Jul 20, 2009 20:10
[It's dark as the camera clicks on, showing tools scattered on the floor, and books open written in languages that aren't spoken anymore. Bobby's sitting on a stool in the dark, dozing near a doorway newly made of reinforced steel. Obviously, Bobby used his insomnia to work on a building project of some sort.
His head nods and then jerks back up with a muffled shout. Rubbing a hand over his face and shaking the dream off, he starts to gather the tools and books, completely unaware that he's being broadcast.]
not playing games anymore,
that ain't right,
concerned,
cursed,
damn winchesters,
playing with things ya don't understand