Jimmy walked into Dean's apartment, noticing that things were a little bit neater than when he'd left the other night. He wasn't sure what to make of that. He saw a clean spot on the couch and sat down, watching Dean. Dean had a way of moving, as if he was always waiting for someone to attack him. It maid Jimmy nervous. Who exactly was Dean? Dean slammed his fridge door, causing Jimmy to jump.
"Is something the matter?" He asked Dean.
"I've got no food or beer. Do you mind staying here while I go out and get some?" Dean asked.
Jimmy frowned when Dean had mentioned beer, but he didn't say anything about it, only an "Okay," and pulled out his phone, reading a book on it. Dean rolled his eyes and left.
Jimmy listened for the sound of Dean's car, an Impala, apparently. He peeked out of the curtains when he heard the car start up, and watched as Dean drove off. Jimmy pocketed his phone and stood up slowly. He felt guilty for what he was doing, but he needed... no, wanted answers. He walked over to the kitchen, keeping an ear open for the sound of Dean's car. In the kitchen, he opened the cabinets, noticing that they were pretty bare, except there was an excessive amount of salt. Jimmy opened the fridge, grimacing when he saw the furry block of cheese on the top shelf.
He looked back towards the door, and then glanced at Dean's door. Jimmy slowly maneuvered his way over pizza boxes and beer bottles and made his way over to Dean's bedroom door. He rested his hand on the doorknob, listening for the sound of Dean's car, and turned the knob, slowly opening the door. Whatever he expected, this wasn't it.
Dean's room was absolutely trashed, and Jimmy ventured to think that it hadn't been like that for long. All over the walls were partially torn down maps and newspaper articles. In the trash can were a large amount of photos, but Jimmy didn't want to invade Dean's privacy.
He walked over to Dean's bed. On it, there was a a rumpled, yet clean trenchcoat cleanand picked it up. Jimmy felt uneasy about it. Dean didn't seem like the kind of guy that would wear a trench coats. Maybe he was just biased, after all, he was never a big fan of trench coats. He froze as he heard the sound Dean's car and dropped the trench coat on the bed and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
He made it back to the couch as Dean opened the door, thanking the Lord that Dean put the couch on the side of the door opposite the opening, which gave him a second to settle in.
"Hello Dean," he said, slightly breathy. Dean gave him a confused look look and set the beer and food on the counter, along with a small, dirty tin.
A thought came to Jimmy, "Dean...?" Dean looked up from the groceries, "Yeah?"
"Tell me, Dean... Are you... religious?" He knew what the answer was going to be, a man like Dean must not have a lot of faith.
Dean gave Jimmy a long look, one of... desperation, Jimmy thought. "As a matter of fact, no.. . But" Dean hesitated. "I do believe in God, you know, Heaven, Hell... Purgatory," those last 3 words were spoken bitterly. "But I do know this... God is a son of a bitch who lets people down. And he won't stop letting us down. Not ever."
Jimmy adjusted his tie, clearly uncomfortable. Dean sighed, "Sorry, I'm sorry about that. You're religious, I f-," and paused, "figured," he ended, lamely. "Anyway, I'm guessing it's time for you to go." Dean started to put away the groceries, not looking at Cas.
Jimmy stood up and coughed awkwardly, "Of course, I need to be going anyway."
Dean turned around suddenly, "Going to meet a girlfriend or something?" He asked, casually.
Jimmy, saddened, explained, "No... no. Actually, my wife divorced me a few years ago, I, uh, had to go away for work and she was tired of waiting up for me. I do not believe I am ready to date at the moment."
"Really?" Dean straightened up, appearing mildly interested, "How come?"
"I, uh... Well, I surmise that you could say I have a loneliness. I assume it's because of my ex wife. Either way, it's not the loneliness that a relationship with someone new could fix. At least, I do not believe so."
"Huh," was all Dean replied, giving Jimmy a look that he hoped wasn't pity. He didn't want Dean's pity.
"I should... go, now." Jimmy said, after the silence got to be too much for him.
Dean got back to the groceries, "yeah, alright."
Jimmy hesitated, "um... Goodbye," he said awkwardly, and turned to leave.
"Bye," Dean whispered so quietly that Jimmy wasn't sure he actually heard anything. He left without another word. Jimmy decided he wouldn't be able to wait until Sunday to go to church. He sighed, looking upwards and wondered what had happened to Dean to cause him to hate the Lord so much.
He had just gotten to his car, a nice, modest (in his opinion), silver Volkswagen, when he heard the sound of glass shattering, but it was was a wet sound. Nervously, he got into his car and looked at Dean's apartment, er... the area where he heard the sound, which just happened to be where Dean lived. At least, that's what he told himself.