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[lazarus_rises]

I think all that pie has gone straight to my waist. ...Yeah, my jacket's definitely a little snug.

((A sigh.))

Guess it's crunch time.

But first I have to do some cleaning up around here. Come on, this place is a pig sty! There's empty beer bottles sitting all over the place, no one's using a coaster! Stacks of old magazines that need to be

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[im_not_a_rookie]

D-Dean? This is a joke, right?

[lazarus_rises]

Hey Elena. What's this joke everyone keeps talking about? Wait--

Is it appropriate for mixed company?

[im_not_a_rookie]

Appropriate? What are you-- Since when do you care about something like that?!

[lazarus_rises]

Uhh-only since I started drafting the gender sensitivity manual for the Task Force.

[im_not_a_rookie]

You--

Who are you and what have you done with Dean Winchester?

[lazarus_rises]

Elena, it's me. Your--you know.

Your suitor.

Did you get the flowers?

[im_not_a_rookie]

My wha--

Flowe--?! You...sent me flowers? Or, at least, you think you did?

[lazarus_rises]

Didn't they reach your office?

Darnit. I hope I didn't undertip the guy.

[im_not_a_rookie]

The only flowers in this place are the ones that Aerith has, I think.

Um, Dean? I think... we need to have a talk on where you are. And what's going on. And what you remember.

Flowers. No one's given me flowers before...