29: [Audio] Counting Bodies Like Sheep

[dashboardlite]

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

He types because he can. Not to send, just...to type. Dean isn't sure when it really started. Maybe when he woke up. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it's just cabin fever, the stress of being stuck in one place for too long. Being trapped. Trapped. Trapped.

All work and no play makes Dean a

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[battleaxebass]

So what is this, huh? Murder mystery theater? I'm really digging the creepster vibe!

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

S'what it looks like, I guess. Whatever the Hell "it" is.

[You might be wondering where Dean is. Dean is in the kitchen, adding cloves of garlic to the rock-salt-stuffed shotgun shells he's making. Now they're done. Now they're loaded into his weapon, carefully stuffed back into his duffel bag.

But this shouldn't be suspicious. Kitchens always smell like garlic.]

I'm just trying to see who I can get together to keep safe, y'know?

[Video]

[battleaxebass]

Okay Mr. Hero, you have fun with that. I wanna find the murderer and scare his pants off. It'll be great!

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

I heard there's more than just one murderer. I'm gettin' prepared.

[Dean tops off the Super-Soaker he filled with holy water and does the pressure pump a few times.]

[Video]

[battleaxebass]

There's more than one? Sweet! How will we know it's them?

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

[A short laugh.]

I guess when they try to kill you?

[He adjusts the sun-lamps he mounted in the cabinets, testing the switch a couple of times before humming in satisfaction.]

I'm doing in the kitchen if you wanna trade ideas 'bout what to do.

[Video]

[battleaxebass]

Sounds like a plan, Stan! I'll just float my way over.

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

Cool, see you soon.

[Stan is oh-so ready.]

[Action]

[battleaxebass]

[The kitchen's got a bit of a face-job since the event, but Marceline can still get to it easy enough. However, it's a bit dark, and she can't find...]

Dean? You in here?

[Action]

[dashboardlite]

[Yes. Yes, he is in here. And he's just shut and locked the door.]

Right behind you.

[Did you want sun-lamps? We've got sun-lamps. High-powered with UV radiation and everything.

And after a loud CLICK, they're all on.]

[Action]

[battleaxebass]

Dean?

[The lights turn on, and it's like a million little needles digging under her skin. Marceline falls to her hands an knees as she sizzles and boils with a sound like bacon frying. She's completely bewildered.]

Dean!? What's going on! Dean!?

[Action]

[dashboardlite]

[Mmmmmm, bacon.]

Juuuuuust a little experiment, is all.

[He cocks the sawed-off shotgun, edging around to her front just as a precaution.]

I mean- [A derisive laugh.] Does garlic seriously affect vamps in the "Land of Ooo?" You guys have crappier weaknesses than the ones where I'm from.

[Action]

[battleaxebass]

[...Experiment? Marceline peers through her masses of black hair that she's trying to use as a shield against the sun lamps.]

[No. No no no. He can't be a wolf. Dean was a good guy. A hero! A hero would never set a trap or do something so despicable. She refused to believe it.]

Dean! Turn off these lamps! That hurts!

[Action]

[dashboardlite]

[Wordlessly, Dean takes careful aim and fires the shot off at one of her legs.

Crippling her makes it easier.]

[Action]

[battleaxebass]

[No, no! Marceline, overcome with the sense of danger, tries to transform into something more strong or terrifying to fight back, but is only able to about halfway. She's literally beginning to melt into the floor.]

[The gun seals the deal. She's done for.]

I'll get you for this, Dean! I'll kill you!

[Action]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean rolls his eyes theatrically, pulling a stake from his belt-]

Like I haven't heard that before.

[-and taking a few quick steps forward to drive it into her chest.]