caleb and dean

Who: Caleb and Dean
Where: on the phone
When: mid morning

Caleb shoved the packages containing the ID's he'd gotten for Dean beneath the front passenger's side seat, already hitting the speed dial for Dean. He leaned back in said seat, one foot down on the cement floor of the garage, and he was going through his bag to make sure he had what he figured he'd need. Not that that was a whole lot. His other foot bounced on it's own in impatience, as he shoved the keys in the ignition for Dean to find as he waited for an answer from his friend.

"Hiya," Dean said as he clicked connect, leaning slightly on the broom Sophie had given him, with orders to go start cleaning the glass up in the hall now that it seemed clear that the shadows were gone. "How're you? Okay, I hope?" he added, though he was still confident that Caleb would have been just fine.

Who: Dean and Caleb
Where: Text
When: About an hour before dawn

The moon had finally disappeared as dawn approached, the sky showing the first hint of light, though dawn as still a while off. He was awake, properly awake this time, starting the last watch of the night as he sat at the top of the stairs, back against the wall, typing (finally) a message to Caleb. Chkin in. We're fine. Got most of em - U? D

who: caleb and dean
where: art, then elsewhere
when: first period

Who: Dean and Caleb
Where: Art class
When: First period

Dean sat slumped in his chair, art pad open in front of him, his attention focused on that as he drew, filling up the white space, though his mind wasn't really there, not really. His mind was all over the place - still, like it had been all damn weekend. Oz had been right, Oz had been so, so right - he'd completely underestimated what it would take to live in the same house as the girl he had a thing for, especially when she was a cuddly type. But he hadn't expected... He'd started flirting with her, he knew. He didn't mean to, but, occasionally he'd realise that he had been - and that wasn't fair to her, wasn't fair to either of them. He knew why she and Joshua had broken up - even if there was a snowball's chance in hell she might be vaguely interested, which he doubted, now was not the time. Now was the time she needed to get her head straight and find herself and everything that went with that, not to have her best friend, who she trusted, start... But, she'd crawled into bed with him and he couldn't get that image out of his mind. He scribbled out the last drawing he'd done of her and turned the page, welcoming the white blankness again.

Caleb wandered into class a tiny bit late. This was due to the fact that he'd gotten a note tacked to his front door, which had been--weirdly enough--from Lullaby. Who had a request for him. One that, considering his opinion on Dean's love life, he had been more than happy to do. Therefore--lateness. He figured he and Dean should probably get together sometime soon, where it was less public, just to catch up and re-assess, but for now...there was art class. He walked up and dropped down into the chair on the opposite side of the table, eyeing Dean critically. "You look...broody." he observed.

who: caleb and dean
where: caleb's/woods
when: early morning

Consciousness was a long time coming for Dean - a result of the medication Sophie had slipped into his drink unbeknownst to him the night before. He swam up from full sleep slowly, muttering and rolling over in bed with an incomprehensible grumble as he buried his head further into the pillows and his arm went round the person next to him, cuddling him up into her back. His head was pounding and he felt all kinds of fuzzy - if he could just go back to sleep again for a couple of hours, that'd be ni...

who: caleb and dean
where: MSHS
when: lunch

As agreed, Caleb headed out to the side lawn when lunchtime came around, to meet Dean. Talking during class wasn't the most adviseable thing to do, especially if you wanted to not talk around shit the entire time. And talking in code got tiring really fucking fast. Therefore, whatever. They'd talk where they'd be less likely to be overheard by the mundanes. He sat down, dropping his bookbag down and leaning back against it. He was tired, and wasn't necessarily that pleased about being back in school. Mostly because everyone seemed like walking wounded to him. Like they were all little shock-zombies. Or a lot of them were. It was just weird.

Dean wasn't far behind Caleb, having headed out straight from class and he joined his friend after a moment or two, glancing round to see if there was anyone else nearby - which, thankfully, there wasn't. School today seemed quieter then usual in any event, everyone fairly subdued, shellshocked, really. It wasn't really surprising. "Hey," Dean greeted, quietly, shifting his backpack to root around in it and pull out of bottle of water, taking a sip.

who: caleb and dean
where: nevermore
when: ass early morning

Who: Dean and various (Caleb, Charlotte, Joshua, Thia if any want to reply!)
Where: By Text / phone
When: Just before dark

Who: Dean and Caleb
Where: Park Ramp, center of town
When: Around midday

Who: Dean and Caleb
Where: Walking
when: Lunch hour

Dean was exactly where he always was at lunch times - sitting on the side lawn, his bag by his side, rolling an apple between his hands. He figured that Caleb would show - the guy had said that he would, after all - but Dean hoped he wouldn't be long. He'd been thinking all through his morning classes - which he'd gone to, each and every one, getting the notes for Thia as more then for himself - and by the time lunch rolled around, he kind of wished that he hadn't agreed to mean up with the bloke. He had things he wanted to get done, but he'd offered and he wasn't going to back out. He'd just come up with a covering excuse instead. One that was a little more prepared this time.

Caleb wasn't late, he didn't have anyplace else to be besides 'away from the school building' so he'd headed out right away--he just walked slower than usual at current. Either way when he got to Dean, sitting on the same spot he always did, he stopped. "Hey." he greeted. He wasn't sure if he was still welcome or not, so he didn't sit down.

who: caleb and dean
where: art class
when: morning

Caleb was sitting in art class, sort of half wondering if Dean was going to make it to school today. He hadn't seen him yet(not that he normally did) and the bell was just about to ring. Which meant he was stuck sitting by himself, thoughts churning in all sorts of weird directions, covering Leija, Dean, Lullaby, the town, Mathias, the vampire who munched on Mathias, and something he'd caught in the paper the other day...something about a town slaughtered or something. What this meant was he was highly unfocused, and was actively attempting to ignore the group of girls who he'd glared at the other day to get them off of Dean's case who were looking over at him now and then and giving him the whispery-giggly treatment. Joy.

Dean was running late. Thia didn't have an alarm clock, unsurprisingly and they'd over slept, waking well after the sun was over the horizon. In fact, she'd shaken him awake this morning with a stern admonition to 'go to school' and shooed him out of the house as quickly as she could. He'd barely had time to grab a shower - which he'd insisted on. And he was, of course, still wearing yesterday's clothes, which he'd slept in. He'd stopped on the way to school and grabbed a packet of gum, insanely aware that he was lacking in a toothbrush and dragged his hand through his hair a few times, but he figured he looked basically a mess. But he was a mess with an undeniable bounce in his step. the world was a much better place today as he jogged down the empty corridors to the art room and apologised to the teacher as he reached the class room and headed to his table, dropping his bag by his chair as he sat down and upnodded to Caleb.

Who: Dean and Caleb
Where: Street of Marquette
When: After the funeral

Caleb had waited after the funeral proper by the gates, kind of hoping to catch Dean. He hadn't been able to yet, and he still wanted to, even though there was a chance it would be unwelcome. If it was, he could fuck off, and talk to him again in class. If not, then maybe it'd be okay to talk to the guy for a while. See how he was if nothing else. So, he'd waited, and eventually, he caught sight of Dean walking towards the gate. Pushing off of it, he eyed the guy who clearly hadn't seen him yet. "Hey. Dean." he said, to catch his attention.

He hadn't wanted to leave her grave, he'd stayed for the longest time, but eventually something had got through that he couldn't stay there forever. He couldn't have even said whether Joshua had left before him, or whether the guy had still been sitting there when he finally got up. He didn't remember much between his talk with Joshua and hearing his name called at the gates. But he heard his name and looked around, seeing the guy from art class there. "Hey," he said, numbly.

Who: Caleb and Dean
Where: Art class
When: 3rd period

Dean's intention today was to actually go to class - all of his classes. Every one. For an entire day. It had been a while - he'd been skipping for a while now. And apparently it had been noticed, as the teacher called him aside as he walked into his class to tell him that if he wasn't here from now on, he'd be looking at detentions and a letter home to his parents. Dean took it with a blank face, choosing not to mention that his parents were in an entirely different country and that he was staying with his cousin. Whatever. That done, he turned and headed to sit down.

As Caleb entered the classroom, just a little late, he saw that at least he wasn't going to be singled out by the teacher--as he was already talking to some other guy. So, he went and found a table to sit at towards the back of the room, not paying a whole lot of attention to the others in the room, even if they were glancing at him as he passed. He dropped his books down on the table, and dropped into the chair, crossing his arms on the table and resting his head on it. This sucked. He didn't particularly want an art class this early. Traditionally, he slept through the first three hours of his day, and now he had a class he wanted to be awake for. That blew.