[Dean leans forward , his elbows going to his knees. He's sitting on a bed in a bedroom. Not surprisingly the bed is rumpled. He doesn't make beds. His hair is sticking up all over the place and he'd never admit it but he's feeling a little worse for the wear ( Read more... )

Called God a dick
Called God an asshole
Called God an asswipe
Killed Santa

Know what? This is bullshit.

Dear Cas:

Bring me a bottle of whiskey for Christmas.

Love Dean.

[Dean is sitting at the bar with an empty glass and a half a bottle of whiskey. He's watching the network instead of paying attention to anything else. He remembers this day and he dreads it and he looks forward to it. There's never any telling who will show up. Finally after a great deal of contemplation he picks the device up]No. I don't do full ( Read more... )