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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.

[It appears that Dean is in the ( Read more... )

[ Dean is only a little twitchy.  He never really feels like he needs things, but right now he's lacking.  Something.  Something big.  It's not starvation, because when he's hungry, he gets food.  When he wants sex, he finds Cas.  Dean doesn't get cravings because he's always well-fed.

But what he needs right now is people.

So Dean is wandering ( Read more... )

[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... )

 The screen flickers on, resolution grainy for a moment, before focusing.  Audio is garbled until a broad hand comes into view and shakes the camera, and then the sound comes through clear as well.  Dean is up close to the lens, brow furrowed, and then he quirks a broad smile.

"Mornin', ladies and gentlemen," He waggles his eyebrows, moving back ( 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... )