[ Daryl, there is only so long that Dean can hold on for. He has the impatience of a small gnat - especially when bad shit's going down - and he can't exactly stand here and jump about. Though that's exactly what he does, starting to pace frantically while he 'holds on,' even if he understands entirely why he's waiting. Not like he hasn't put other people in the same exact position.
But oh, thank god, you've come back. With a rather impressively mapped out plan of where the hell he's supposed to be, leaving Dean slightly taken aback for a second at the specificity of it before he starts moving again. ]
Warehouse, left at first Cross street- you got it. Give me a couple minutes, i'll be there with the rocks.
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But oh, thank god, you've come back. With a rather impressively mapped out plan of where the hell he's supposed to be, leaving Dean slightly taken aback for a second at the specificity of it before he starts moving again. ]
Warehouse, left at first Cross street- you got it. Give me a couple minutes, i'll be there with the rocks.
[ See, he's funny, too. And on his way. ]