[He was angry, two days ago; he was drinking, as per usual. He's still drinking. He's rebounded fairly quickly, though, for him.
He was always good at shoving everything down. He sounds downright calm from his side of the door, a little distracted, considers telling her to go away; instead:]
It's open. [All the decorations Scott put up before the breach are in a pile in the corner, half-sorted into types; there are a metric shitton of them, some of them broken or pulled apart. Dean himself is leaning over the counter leafing through a book. He doesn't look up, although he's turned so he can see the door in his peripheral vision.]
[ Spam ]
He was always good at shoving everything down. He sounds downright calm from his side of the door, a little distracted, considers telling her to go away; instead:]
It's open. [All the decorations Scott put up before the breach are in a pile in the corner, half-sorted into types; there are a metric shitton of them, some of them broken or pulled apart. Dean himself is leaning over the counter leafing through a book. He doesn't look up, although he's turned so he can see the door in his peripheral vision.]