The reason Dean wasn't going anywhere was because Dean had spent all night driving in from Boston. He had left FBI headquarters around six AM yesterday and didn't roll in to home until about two in the morning. Twenty hours with no stops but gas and meal breaks and Dean pretty much passed out on the couch the minute he set foot in the door. He knew he could have taken it slow, but he was itching to get home and take his two weeks before Olivia started throwing cases at him again. Or Astrid started knocking on his door.
Whichever came first.
When the knock on the door came, Dean wasn't really expecting it. Rolling off onto the floor, he used the impact with the ground to wake him up a little more, before stumbling to his feet and pulling open the door. Glance down at his watch, he groaned. "Who knocks on people's doors at eight in the morning?"
After he pulled it open, however, he had a different reaction entirely. "Ben."
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Date: 2010-04-10 08:50 pm (UTC)Whichever came first.
When the knock on the door came, Dean wasn't really expecting it. Rolling off onto the floor, he used the impact with the ground to wake him up a little more, before stumbling to his feet and pulling open the door. Glance down at his watch, he groaned. "Who knocks on people's doors at eight in the morning?"
After he pulled it open, however, he had a different reaction entirely. "Ben."