[ it takes something like five to ten minutes for jack to reply, because he knows 'robert plant' better as 'dean winchester' than anything about led zeppelin, because he went through every last one of those fake badges while he was bored in the back seat of the impala.
and dean winchester must hate him.
so that five to ten minutes is jack standing on a street corner, looking at the clearly marked street signs, and wondering if it isn't a better idea to just run for the hills. he doesn't, because he's a winchester, and because he already tried running from this. it didn't work. ]
57th and avenue Q
[ text sent, he finds a bench to drop himself onto and pulls his hood up over his head. maybe dean won't see him and he can just melt into the bench like a human puddle. ]
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and dean winchester must hate him.
so that five to ten minutes is jack standing on a street corner, looking at the clearly marked street signs, and wondering if it isn't a better idea to just run for the hills. he doesn't, because he's a winchester, and because he already tried running from this. it didn't work. ]
57th and avenue Q
[ text sent, he finds a bench to drop himself onto and pulls his hood up over his head. maybe dean won't see him and he can just melt into the bench like a human puddle. ]