[True to his word, he peels himself away from the lab to wait for her, in his crappy little hotel room with the eight-sided trappings of home, the hatch propped temporarily open for her. He looks kind of like hell, not only in the wake of Silent Hill but in the wake of his reaction to it; even when he's not allowed in the lab or engine room he usually finds a way to be doing some work, and now that Dean and he have somewhat reconciled there's always Maintenance to do. There's a lot to do and a lot of time to fill with things that aren't sleeping or thinking.
He has a bottle ready, two drinks already poured.]
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He has a bottle ready, two drinks already poured.]