No Particular Place to Go || Sam & Dean (re-setup)
There wasn’t much road in this town and Dean was pretty damn sure they were going in circles, but he wouldn’t stop for a map and he would be hell damned before he admitted he was lost.
They passed City Hall for a third time and Dean set his features to gruff, “So that chick at The Max… she was checking me out, right?” Any conversation at all would be better than silence. God, Dean hated silence when he had a secret stuck in his throat, “You know what she said? She said all our music is guy music. Can you believe that crap?”













