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Jun. 14th, 2013 09:36 pmIt helps to know the place is there.
Dean's been standing outside of it for the better part of an hour. Not close, and not where anyone who might recognize him might see him. Just near enough to see the small, nearly invisible sign, hanging there for only willing eyes to notice.
He won't go in. But it helps to know that if he had to, if he really needed to, he could.
Shuffling deeper into his jacket despite the warm night air, Dean looks down at his boots, tongues at the blankness between his ears, the cotton stuffing up his chest. He can stay here, still and quiet, and not think.
It only lasts a moment more before he hears feet beating hard against the pavement, turning the corner and moving fast.
Dean's been standing outside of it for the better part of an hour. Not close, and not where anyone who might recognize him might see him. Just near enough to see the small, nearly invisible sign, hanging there for only willing eyes to notice.
He won't go in. But it helps to know that if he had to, if he really needed to, he could.
Shuffling deeper into his jacket despite the warm night air, Dean looks down at his boots, tongues at the blankness between his ears, the cotton stuffing up his chest. He can stay here, still and quiet, and not think.
It only lasts a moment more before he hears feet beating hard against the pavement, turning the corner and moving fast.
