@movrnings ;; dean & arthur
While Dean would never complain about escaping Hell, he wished things were a bit more clear. How had he escaped? He had no idea. Where was he now? he had no idea. Who was the man dressed like a cowboy wannabe? He had no idea.
“What year is it, if you’re dressed like that?” Not the nicest greeting, but still, Dean couldn’t help the growing look of amusement on his face. His inner child loved the guy, even if his grown adult recognized it was weird. But then, everything about this situation had been weird so far.
“Nice hat though.” So what? Sue him. He’d gone through a cowboy phase as a kid- - teenager- - okay, maybe he even had a bit of a love for it as an adult. If he’d somehow found himself in the old Wild West, maybe he’d wandered his way into some sort of Heaven after all.