Outside, convenient clearing in the nearby woods, late afternoon

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Dean found a convenient tree to sit under, and settled down, back against the trunk. He took a long drink of his Mountain Dew, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

The headache he'd had since the end of karate this morning was still there. He thought at first it was just caffeine withdrawal; he'd had a grand total of half a cup of coffee in the last two days so it was possible. Hence, the Mountain Dew. It hadn't helped.

The dorms had suddenly seemed too small, too crowded and too stuffy so Dean had abandoned them and ended up out here in the woods. Which was...nice. It was quiet, there was a slight breeze and he could almost smell the impending rain in the air.

He'd be quite content if he could just get rid of this damned headache.

[OOC: NFB, locked to them that know who they are]

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Dean nodded. "As long as I've got a couple of people to help keep me steady, yeah, I should." He yawned suddenly. "Feel like I could sleep for a week."

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Alec stopped in his tracks at what was most certainly an invitation, snorting very softly. He turned back with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes at all, walking back to help Dean up.

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Dean took the hand Alec offered and let him pull him up, reaching out and grabbing Sammy's shoulder to steady himself when his legs proved to be closer to spaghetti than he'd like.

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Sam quickly steadied Dean, and resisted the urge to shoot Alec a look as if to say "Drop him and you die." As long as Alec was willing to help Dean now, he didn't have much to say.