[At first, Dean had thought that the dream he had a couple nights before was just weird.  Clockwork dolls, inky-black demon eyes - it was bad mojo.  Things are changing around him, and for the most part it doesn't bother him too much.  He expects it, now, because this mansion is screwed to Hell and back and there's very little that surprises Dean ( Read more... )

[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... )