[The clock on the nightstand hits midnight. Bobby's eyes snap open wide and he takes a haggard breath. He looks around, confused. Slowly sitting up, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, scratching his head.]
[He stands and starts walking out of the room, at the last minute grabbing the network device.]
What now...
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Are you all right, Dean?
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Did you...people said there was some sort of wish curse going around? I can't believe I'm starting to use the word curse in a serious sentence without blinking.
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Yeah, that's the story I'm hearin'. Still not a hundred percent how it got applied ta me, but there ya have it.
You...settlin' in, OK?
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I'm settling in...no, not really. A week ago I was a director of sales and marketing. Today I tried to find a decent YMCA in a city full of...I don't know, aliens and werewolves.
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We need places.
Me and Wesson need separate...places.
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