By the time he reached the Sun Room, Dean felt pretty much more or less normal. The dizzy spell might've passed, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be careful from here on out. Before nightshift, he'd get some sleep, he told himself, take a nice long nap and no, it had nothing at all to do with the fact that it'd be the first time he saw Angel after their more-than-a-little awkward encounter last night outside M2.
The Greenhouse looked exactly like you'd expect: lots of greens, that earthy scent that was probably damp soil with some kind of fertilizer mixed in and a lot of glass. A whole lot of glass. Frankly, it made him a little nervous: sure, you got great visibility but it went both ways if you had an attacker on the outside, nevermind the shit cover a building made of glass was gonna be. The air that hit him was humid, the kind that was just enough to be a little uncomfortable, but not enough that he couldn't take it. Sam, it looked like, was already here and chatting up one of the other patients, maybe trying to learn more about this place. Dean left him to it. Much as he wanted to join his brother or just pull him away from the conversation to tell him what he'd read up on the bulletin board about that bitch Croaky, he couldn't hang around him all the time, otherwise certain people - and "people" could be stretching it - might start putting two and two together and figure them for the Winchesters.
Dean planted himself not close to Sam, but enough that he could keep an eye on him and the exit, just in case. This landed him next to another male patient, this guy holding a packet of seeds and wearing one hell of a sucked lemon face. Dean glanced over, pretending to be busy with looking over the pots as he checked for any useful plants.
"You look like you could go for a beer," Dean said conversationally. He knew he could. It'd probably be a lot more fun than dicking around with plants for no reason other than that it'd be "good" for them."
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By the time he reached the Sun Room, Dean felt pretty much more or less normal. The dizzy spell might've passed, but that didn't mean he shouldn't be careful from here on out. Before nightshift, he'd get some sleep, he told himself, take a nice long nap and no, it had nothing at all to do with the fact that it'd be the first time he saw Angel after their more-than-a-little awkward encounter last night outside M2.
The Greenhouse looked exactly like you'd expect: lots of greens, that earthy scent that was probably damp soil with some kind of fertilizer mixed in and a lot of glass. A whole lot of glass. Frankly, it made him a little nervous: sure, you got great visibility but it went both ways if you had an attacker on the outside, nevermind the shit cover a building made of glass was gonna be. The air that hit him was humid, the kind that was just enough to be a little uncomfortable, but not enough that he couldn't take it. Sam, it looked like, was already here and chatting up one of the other patients, maybe trying to learn more about this place. Dean left him to it. Much as he wanted to join his brother or just pull him away from the conversation to tell him what he'd read up on the bulletin board about that bitch Croaky, he couldn't hang around him all the time, otherwise certain people - and "people" could be stretching it - might start putting two and two together and figure them for the Winchesters.
Dean planted himself not close to Sam, but enough that he could keep an eye on him and the exit, just in case. This landed him next to another male patient, this guy holding a packet of seeds and wearing one hell of a sucked lemon face. Dean glanced over, pretending to be busy with looking over the pots as he checked for any useful plants.
"You look like you could go for a beer," Dean said conversationally. He knew he could. It'd probably be a lot more fun than dicking around with plants for no reason other than that it'd be "good" for them."