[Dean doesn't bother replying over the network anymore; he clicks it off and shoves it into his pocket instead, and it's still there when he strides across the deck, up the stairs, and into the pub.
Dean has shut down a bit in the interim, and even seeing Bruce there doesn't faze him in the slightest; instead of running hot he's gone cold, and his voice and eyes are sharp when he starts towards the Slayer, perfectly intent on following up on his promise and completely unconcerned about who knows it.]
The calendar was a pretty bitch move. But this? This takes the cake, bitch.
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Dean has shut down a bit in the interim, and even seeing Bruce there doesn't faze him in the slightest; instead of running hot he's gone cold, and his voice and eyes are sharp when he starts towards the Slayer, perfectly intent on following up on his promise and completely unconcerned about who knows it.]
The calendar was a pretty bitch move. But this? This takes the cake, bitch.