"I'm fine," Dean replies curtly, even though he's not. Admittedly, he felt a whole lot better after talking to Philip, but he still has the sense that he's missing something. As a result, he's a bit jumpy. Fuck you, spatula. You belong in the sink now.
Sighing and rubbing both hands over his face, Dean turns to look at Castiel apologetically.
"...sorry," he mutters, a smile twitching on his face. He meanders over to the angel and looks him over quickly. Looks like he isn't the only one with problems today.
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Date: 2011-08-07 04:40 am (UTC)Sighing and rubbing both hands over his face, Dean turns to look at Castiel apologetically.
"...sorry," he mutters, a smile twitching on his face. He meanders over to the angel and looks him over quickly. Looks like he isn't the only one with problems today.
"What's up, Doc?"