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.

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So, uh. It's come to my attention that whenever events roll around, everybody's usually running through the halls like chickens with their friggin' heads cut off. So today we're gonna fix that, 'cause this is what I do for a living.

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[Dean is staring at the camera, lips pursed, apparently highly amused by something.  He's sitting in what appears to be an empty lounge room on the lowest level of the mansion.  The Eagles are playing behind him on a (shitty) cassette player.  With a little laugh he looks down at his hands in his lap and laces his fingers together, taking a deep ( Read more... )

[There's an unhappy growling sound, a few switches clicking, and the low buzz of electronics warming up.]

C'mon, you fucker.  Jesus, you- Okay. There.  God damn it, didn't think I'd have to leave my own message like a bad zombie apocalypse movie.

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