Eliot couldn't deny that he felt warmed when Dean laced his hand through his and told him, in not so many words, that he completed him. He smiled a bit when Dean wasn't looking and followed him feeling a lot more relieved than he had since hearing Sam's message.
The place was about as he expected it to be, simple, Bohemian, like any other hotel place he had seen the brothers stay at. They lived their lives out of their car, keeping mementos just wasn't their style.
He glanced briefly at the building outside of Dean's window, wondering if that was the one Sam was in, then turned back to the leather jacket that Dean kept. "Yeah... that was your da's." He walked over to it and Dean. "You don't remember anythin'?"
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Date: 2013-05-15 01:30 am (UTC)The place was about as he expected it to be, simple, Bohemian, like any other hotel place he had seen the brothers stay at. They lived their lives out of their car, keeping mementos just wasn't their style.
He glanced briefly at the building outside of Dean's window, wondering if that was the one Sam was in, then turned back to the leather jacket that Dean kept. "Yeah... that was your da's." He walked over to it and Dean. "You don't remember anythin'?"