Alright, listen up. Creepy ass statue things, don't look them in the eye and don't look away from them. Pair up or stay in groups whatever makes you happy. Don't fall asleep. Get some friggin' coffee. Don't worry about shooting them because you're just gonna waste ammo. Give me or the Police station a call. We'll come baby sit you or take you back ( Read more... )

[Dean has got a flashlight duct taped to a sawed off shotgun so that he can hold it the right way and still see. There's an army duffel bag thrown over one shoulder and pushed across his back so that it's out of the way. He's definitely creeping through a house that is definitely not his or Mary's. It's Gothic, falling down, dusty, covered in ( Read more... )

So what, November we gave blood to appease something bigger than the deities. This month some of us won the lottery and are giving up memories. Guess we're gonna start stoning people or tying them up so some fugly scarecrow can kill us next.

[At last count Dean has been jerked around by God, several angels, Lucifer, Michael, the Crossroads demon, ( Read more... )