Dean stills when the door is opened and some guy walks out buck naked. Not the first thing he notices, honestly, mostly because there's someone else here and he's chained up like a wild dog to the bed. He's been in worse positions, let's be honest, but this one isn't a favourite either. The scars do indeed draw his attention more than anything else, the man scowling as he watched the other guy scour for clothes.
"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean asks, voice rough and more gravel like than it usually is. It's not like he did a lot of talking on the rack or in the ring. "What do you mean 'back'?"
Because yeah, he'd like an answer to why the hell he was in a motel. Last he knew they didn't have motels in Hell.
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Date: 2013-04-06 11:25 pm (UTC)"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean asks, voice rough and more gravel like than it usually is. It's not like he did a lot of talking on the rack or in the ring. "What do you mean 'back'?"
Because yeah, he'd like an answer to why the hell he was in a motel. Last he knew they didn't have motels in Hell.