"Oh, come on, Sam, where's your sense of fun?" Dean was tipsy, and slightly over confident. "How about you just play with me for a little, then if anyone new comes, we can beat 'em. Besides, I think we have the right to celebrate a werewolf case well done." Dean saluted, taking a swig from his own beer bottle, although the amber liquid inside was nearly all gone, compared to Sam's half full bottle.
"I hate you, Ang." Allie groaned, her best friend parking their red Bug in the first available space. Exiting the car, Allie fixed her hair and tightened her jacket around herself. The air was unusually cold for just eight pm, and the sun hadn't even began to set on the horizon. Walking with Angelina, Allie looked at the brunette beside her before pushing open the door, the bell above the door ringing, almost obnoxiously.
June 21st, 2018 at 10:06pm