Owl to Bela
Bela-
I'm going home taking off for a couple weeks. Thought you might want to should know.
-Dean.
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Dean didn't know why he was writing to tell her. But after the other day in his dorm room, it just felt like the right thing to do. He held the parchment against the stone wall of the owlry as he scrawled the messy note. He hadn't planned out what to say beforehand, like Sam no doubt would have. Now it was messy with crossouts and blots, but whatever. He secured it to the leg of his owl- a somewhat weathered Western Screech, before carrying the bird to a window and casting it off. In a few powerful wing beats she was beyond the visibility of the window, and he started back down the stairs.











