Without any discussion whatsoever, the guys went back to Dean’s place. While Dean was in the shower scrubbing off Emma’s blood, Jim called the tattoo parlour and said that he and Dean wouldn’t be in at all and then – despite the fact that it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning on a workday – he went to the convenience store on the corner and picked up three cases of cold beer. Dallas arranged for one of his team to replace him on duty; Chris called the garage and said he couldn’t make it to work that day.
They sat around Dean’s living room, drinking beer and not saying anything much. They just waited for Dean to talk, if he wanted to.
If he didn’t talk, they were sure as hell going to get piss-drunk with him in almost complete silence, and then lug him to bed to sleep it off, if tha
