( Once Doc finds Dean, the eldest Winchester pushes through what's going to be a bear of a hangover to start a breakfast. He needs fuel of some sort if he can't drown his feelings and nausea in more alcohol.
Busying himself with a breakfast fit for however many of them are stuck here, he gets to work. Enough eggs to distribute, fruit set out on a tray (people like fruit, right?), bacon sizzling, piled as he sizzles more up. It's buffet style. He doesn't stop because it keeps his hands and mind busy.
Cas wants to help.
With Cas being trapped with him, Dean can breathe. Not well, because he still has Claire to worry about, and every time he moves he gets the gurgling sensation in his stomach and he has to close his eyes just long enough to pass. But, enough that it is one less thing to worry about. He recognizes the symbol on his hand. Blames himself for watching that freaking film, but there is no John Constantine, is there?
As for addressing what happened? He doesn't. When Cas offers to help, all Dean can say in return is, )
No need. I set it buffet-style. Grab-and-go.
( His voice is hoarse, his focus is in and out, and he does need the minute as he sets a spatula down and lets a roll of nausea pass. )
No stash upstairs? Not a flask? By the bed scotch?
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Busying himself with a breakfast fit for however many of them are stuck here, he gets to work. Enough eggs to distribute, fruit set out on a tray (people like fruit, right?), bacon sizzling, piled as he sizzles more up. It's buffet style. He doesn't stop because it keeps his hands and mind busy.
Cas wants to help.
With Cas being trapped with him, Dean can breathe. Not well, because he still has Claire to worry about, and every time he moves he gets the gurgling sensation in his stomach and he has to close his eyes just long enough to pass. But, enough that it is one less thing to worry about. He recognizes the symbol on his hand. Blames himself for watching that freaking film, but there is no John Constantine, is there?
As for addressing what happened? He doesn't. When Cas offers to help, all Dean can say in return is, )
No need. I set it buffet-style. Grab-and-go.
( His voice is hoarse, his focus is in and out, and he does need the minute as he sets a spatula down and lets a roll of nausea pass. )
No stash upstairs? Not a flask? By the bed scotch?