Jackalope living room, Wednesday night

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Dean was camped out in front of the tv with a beer, listlessly flipping through the channels. He was feeling antisocial and maybe even a little sulky. Saying goodbye to Jaye had made sink in what Jack and Sam's departures hadn't -- that there was never going to be another full Seahorse gathering again. That really was the first group outside his family that Dean had belonged to and he hated that it was over.

He took another long swig of his beer. Goodbyes, he decided, sucked.

[ooc: for x5_alec, but open to other jackalopes as well]

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Dean nudged Alec. "That would be a description of the kind of friends we are. Least, that's how I think of you."