Mar 28, 2011 13:31
[The feed clicks on. He's grabbing some of the assorted bars as rations for Sam and himself. But... he can't just help himself. He opens one, and bites into it.]
By the taste of these, S.A.M.M has done something right, guys.
[He goes about the clinic, trying to see if there's anything else that he can take, when he suddenly pauses. He looks up at the camera in the room of the clinic.
And then down to his communicator, before dropping it on the floor. The feed gets static running across the screen, but it's still just about visible. Dean goes and sits on the edge of his bed, and pulls out his handgun. He turns to the camera and shoots it out.
His feed will just show him, sitting there, looking back and forth for now.]
[ou] dean winchester