Dean&Cas || illnevertireofurinating
[It had been a long hunt. Two weeks, little sleep, running on coffee and whatever food he got from the diners around. And now it was over, and he was climbing out of bed.]
[He walked over to where he had packed up the breakfast food, grumbling under his breath as he realized there was basically nothing left. He grabbed what was left and sat on the edge of his bed, eating it.]










