[Dean's always had a little bit of a knack for assimilating. When told to go forth and drink, fuck, and be merry, he pretty much does exactly that.
Currently, he's sprawled in a chair that's tipped back on its back legs and resting against the wall of a bar. He's long since lost his shirt... somewhere... and gained several additional strands of beads, all hanging merrily around his neck or wrapped around his wrists. He has a beer in hand and his feet stretched out before him, crossed comfortably at the ankles.
He's humming a Metallica song as he watches the folks wander by.]
Dean Winchester | Supernatural | OTA
Currently, he's sprawled in a chair that's tipped back on its back legs and resting against the wall of a bar. He's long since lost his shirt... somewhere... and gained several additional strands of beads, all hanging merrily around his neck or wrapped around his wrists. He has a beer in hand and his feet stretched out before him, crossed comfortably at the ankles.
He's humming a Metallica song as he watches the folks wander by.]