ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ↭ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏs. (ʙᴀᴄᴋᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ 2ɴᴅ)
[On the screen appears a very drunk, very disgruntled looking Dean. You'll notice his hair is in complete disarray and there's blood stains on the front of his long sleeved shirt.]
This place is bullshit. [Dean stops a belch and it goes down his chest. It's a very flattering image.]
If it ain't one thing it's another and I've had up to here with talkin' cats, giant spiders... the works.
There any doctors around?
I fucked up my hand. [And put a hole in the wall, good job Dean.]
[Private to Sam and Jo]
We need to talk.
This place is bullshit. [Dean stops a belch and it goes down his chest. It's a very flattering image.]
If it ain't one thing it's another and I've had up to here with talkin' cats, giant spiders... the works.
There any doctors around?
I fucked up my hand. [And put a hole in the wall, good job Dean.]
[Private to Sam and Jo]
We need to talk.