[GOOD MORNING BADFICIANS~
this is your early -as in, still dark outside - morning wake up call service. Did you order one? No? Tough.
It's the early hours of the morning - the sort of time this one doesn't sleep because he's no longer genetically designed to. He had been sat wondering what to do with his
"useless frigging fish" when it had started behaving oddly. It evolved, and he was staring at...
a big blue dragon. It didn't need facial expressions to show it was pissed. Dean turned quickly, and jumped out of the bedroom window, landing dexterously on his feet. He looked up at the window and laughed.]
Ha, you stupid son of a-
[Now remember I mentioned a wake-up call earlier? that is the sound of a large chunk of the side of the manor being busted open as the wall of his and Sam's room is demolished as the Gyarados begins to give chase.
He flicks on the comm as he runs, not bothering taking the time to filter it.] Sorry, Sammy. [He has the good grace to sound sheepish, at least?]