#alphasilaswalker

"Silas Silas Silas!" Griffin came sprinting into their room and skidded to a stop beside his roommate’s bunk, grinning excitedly. "Come on come on! It’s Thanksgiving! They have candy and cake and food all in the cafeteria!" Hesitating, his smile faltered as he touched his friend’s arm gently. "Don’t you want to come down?"

"Hey," Griffin lightly knocked on the wooden frame surrounding Silas' bed. "I wanted to check in on you." His hand fell away from the frame and Griffin resisted the urge to duck his head. "It's just... I know you haven't been sleeping well and you've been skipping classes and I haven't been around at all and I have been a lousy friend and-- I wanted to fix it," he finished weakly. "You know you can always talk to me about anything right? Anything."

His first Engineering class had gone really well, so he let the class go early and headed back down to his office just outside of the garage. He ate lunch there before going back to the blue Charger he'd been working on. The headmaster kept finding old cars for him to use while teaching the students, but he needed them to at least be running. Not pieces of shit like this. But Crowley said make it work, so Dean was gonna make it work. In his preferred work outfit of an tank top and dirty jeans, Dean set about removing the rusted out engine. When it snagged on the oil pan, he swore and slid underneath the car, trying to manually free it. The pliers he had wouldn't work on the bolt, and he mentally closed his eyes and imagined tearing Crowley a new one for giving him this pile of crap. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of shoes out from under the car. "Hey, whoever you are, can you reach in that red tool box and get me a 3/4 wrench?"