82nd Hunt [Voice | Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is actually sort of hiding in his office at the police station. On one hand, he likes visitors weekend. On the other hand, he dreads it.]

Carver Edlund is a crack pot. No I won't sign autographs and I don't want to hear how awesome my life is but if you're a hot chick and you've a tattoo in an interesting place, I'll be happy to take a look.

On the Chief of Police side of things, hey new guys, don't be a dick. Capisce?

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[backseatangel]

I'll take some coffee. I just want to spend some time with you.

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean nods, walking out of the office and disappearing into the break room for a moment. He comes back in with a coffee mug filled with black coffee. He passes it off to her and sits down on the edge of the desk.]

Wasn't sure you'd be back this weekend.

[backseatangel]

I'll probably keep getting yanked back here long past my welcome, Dean. That's how this place seems to go.

[She blows across the top of the mug, waiting for it to be cool enough to drink.]

[dudeimbatman]

You're always gonna be welcome here, Anna.

[He laces his fingers together in front of him.] Mom went home.

[backseatangel]

I'm so sorry.

[For his sake she is, she can't say she's not relieved just a little to not have to face Mary Winchester. But she knows how much his mother means to him.]

But I saw Sam's here.

[dudeimbatman]

Yeah. Sam's still here. [And that's said with such relief. Sam wasn't here for a while and it wasn't a pretty thing.]

He got to meet her.

[backseatangel]

That must have been something for him. [She's silent for a moment before she adds, a little softer.] I... I sometimes miss my mother. Anna's mother.

[dudeimbatman]

She seemed nice. [And then Dean pauses because he never met Anna's mom.] I mean...she did awesome with you so she had to be good.