Grease paint?
Another long night spent shacked up in a single room of a rather shitty looking motel...
Dean had been adamant about putting as much distance between him and Sam as possible, especially after that little healing debacle left him boiling from the inside out. It had only been a few days since he broke out of the bunker and he was still feeling the nasty affects of the 'cure' continuing to course through his blood stream.
Rising from the bed he made his way into the ramshackle kitchen, groaning when his feet stuck to the cheap brown, at least he hoped it was brown, linoleum floor. He backtracked to the bed, slipped his boots on and went back into the kitchen, feeling a little better when it was the soles of the shoes that stuck to the floor and not the soles of his bare feet. Blinking slowly he looked around for the canister of cheap instant coffee, then remembered he'd drained that yesterday... Crap he needed to make a run.
Rubbing sleep from his red rimmed eyes he picked up a shirt off the floor, gave it a sniff and once satisfied that it wasn't totally disgusting yet, threw it on. When he had finished dressing, he grabbed the keys off the nightstand then grabbed his coat and locked the door to the motel room on his way out to Baby.
The powerful rumble of a well maintained motor cut off as Dean got out of his car, which was parked outside the nearest Gas-n-Sip.. Focused on what he needed he paid absolutely no heed to what ever was going on in the store, these places were pretty much all laid out the same so he knew where to go to get what he wanted. An armload of junk food, a few cans of instant coffee were bundled up in one arm while the opposite hand clutched the cardboard handle of a six pack as he groggily made his way to the register.
