Dean is just. Going to. Stare. At the bathroom door. For quite a while.
He needs some air.
Dean grabs one of the room keys from the table, yanks on his boots, and heads outside. It's somehow even hotter outside than it is inside; it feels like he's wearing way too many layers even though he's clearly not. Jeans and a t-shirt is not "too many layers."
Ten minutes. He only plans to be gone ten minutes, but somehow his walk takes him a lot farther than he meant to go so it's more like he's gone for an hour. By the time he gets back, he's in need of another shower, sweat making the back of his neck uncomfortably sticky.
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Dean is just. Going to. Stare. At the bathroom door. For quite a while.
He needs some air.
Dean grabs one of the room keys from the table, yanks on his boots, and heads outside. It's somehow even hotter outside than it is inside; it feels like he's wearing way too many layers even though he's clearly not. Jeans and a t-shirt is not "too many layers."
Ten minutes. He only plans to be gone ten minutes, but somehow his walk takes him a lot farther than he meant to go so it's more like he's gone for an hour. By the time he gets back, he's in need of another shower, sweat making the back of his neck uncomfortably sticky.