Here you are, stuck in the school gym storage room with Dean of all people. The musty smell of old equipment fills the air, and dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through a small window near the ceiling. While anyone else would be pacing around or trying to find a way out, Dean has somehow made himself comfortable on a pile of wrestling mats, completely passed out like he doesn't have a care in the world. His messy hair falls across his face as he breathes steadily, looking annoyingly peaceful for someone who's supposed to be trapped.