It's a new day, it's a new life (tag Dean)

Dean woke up, shaking off the effects from the gas, hoping that for once he'd see something that wouldn't horrify him. The 'Wedding' that he had witnessed ended... poorly, if he was to use a single word for it. Yet again he had seen the horror of a fried body, and worse yet, he'd been set free together with the others to 'enjoy' the buffet that the Chinese had prepared for us. Hopefully he'd never have to 'enjoy' wedding cake with the scent of fried woman in his nose any more...

Getting his mind back to the now, he noticed that he was lying oddly comfortable. The last bed he'd been in wasn't bad per say, but it was nothing compared to the material heaven he now relaxed in. Leaning up, he spotted the window, and his usual reflex in scanning the room was forgotten. He jumped out of bed and ran to the window, letting his forehead rest on the cool glass. He closed his eyes, suppressing an urge to cry. Having been without the outside in what felt like ages, the mere sight of it brought tears to his eyes. Sighing, he opened his eyes, focused on the task of getting familiar with the room. As he turned around, he saw a blonde man sitting in a huge corner sofa. He had never seen this man before, not even during the 'game' in which he had ended up killing a woman. The 'wedding' had reminded him of this, the smell makes it easy to remember. 

The man seemed relaxed, and who'd blame him, the sofa looked really comfortable. There was nothing special with him, he seemed an ordinary man. There was the scars on his hands though. Curious. He seemed too ordinary to trust right off the bat, and time would tell if he was one of Them or not. The Chinese rarely employed western people for the dirty works, they'd rather hire them to stand around and be pretty, but what had happened lately was already off from the standards that The Chinese usually had. Nevertheless, he had a couple of weeks to know this man, and by the end he'd be certain.

Dean realized that he was yet again staring, and it'd probably be judged as uncomfortable by now. Shaking his head, he refreshed his look on the man and smiled. Walking forward, he held his hand out to greet him. 

"Dean Gray, no relation." he said, before adding:"Who are you?"

John was about to sink into boredom by the time the man awoke. John almost jumped out of shear surprise as the man almost ran out of bed towards the window.
John watched the dark haired man look out the window. Being able to relate to the emotions he was feeling. Not saying a thing and letting the man have his moment with the window. Looking away from the man.
After a while John felt like he was being watched and glanced up at the man. Noticing that he had stopped looking outside by now.
John stood up and took hold of the offered hand. Giving it a firm squeeze. "John Kowalski." He said with a little amusement in his voice and a little grin tugging the corner of his lip. Thinking that was a curious way of introducing themselves.
"What's up with that no relation thing?" He asked partly wanting to satiate his curiosity and partly to start a conversation.

Dean froze shortly. Nobody had ever asked about the 'no relation' thing before. By now it had become a habit, and Dean had forgotten why he did it, but it was probably a test to see who was more curious than normal. "Uh.. never mind that." He responded reflexively. "Kowalski, eh? East-European ancestry?" A random question for sure, but he needed to regain his footing. Before waiting for an answer, he went to sit down in the other corner of the couch, his head in his hands. His head was pounding, most likely a side-effect from the gas. Hopefully he'd grow used to it. Dean froze as he thought it. He could be trapped so long he'd grow used to this. That was a scary thought indeed. 

Looking around, he noted that there was an exquisite looking dresser as well in the room. He pulled his neckline up and smelled it, realizing he'd need a change. He hadn't washed his clothes in a while. He'd have to do that. He also had to take a break, this mask of his was wearing him out. He hated acting confident, but it was a mask he had decided to wear the first day he woke up in here, so he'd finish wearing it till the end. Hopefully the end of this was outside and free. He had things to do. But first...

Sighing, he stood up and walked to the dresser. Opening it, he looked for something to wear while his clothes dried. He found a blood red robe among other robes with even more disturbing colours. "Neon green? Mud-brown? Sheesh..." He thought as he extracted the red robe. "This one is mine." Dean said towards John, holding it up so he'd see it. Stretching out, he walked towards the bathroom. "I'll take a shower." Dean said. As he was holding the door open and about to enter, he decided to pull a joke at this man. Maybe it'd make the shower be less depressing, who knew. Donning his armor of confidence, he turned his head and looked straight at John, before smiling slyly. "Don't peek." he said and winked. Before he could see the reaction on John's face, he went inside, and closed the door. As the door closed and he locked it, he leaned onto the door and sank down, finally doffing his fake confidence. Holding in his tears, he dressed down and turned on the shower. Making sure that the shower was loud enough to drown any sounds out, he finally let go as the water hit his forehead. Turning the heat to the max, he cried as the scalding hot water burnt his skin. This was painful. Truly painful. Truly.