video | action
[Dean is settled at Bobby's desk in the living room, the TV turned on to some talk show, though it's kept pretty quiet. He's got a book open in front of him and an empty bottle of scotch is sat on the desk beside him. There's a second bottle, freshly opened, and a glass of the remains of the first beside that. He's been trying to find some way to fix Sam. It's near impossible to do. He knows he can't ask Death to give Sam another wall -- one wall per customer -- but he's determined to find something to just stop the hallucinations. He's scared he's going to lose his little brother again, he doesn't know if he'll handle it this time, and if only he could just call up Bobby and ask him for help, but this is all he can do. Search through Bobby's books, read as much as he can, and hope there's something there.
He's got something in his hand when he turns the feed on, thumbing at it anxiously, though anyone who doesn't know him very well would assume he's just fidgeting. The amount he's drank doesn't seem to have a very big effect on his speech, it just makes him sound more irritated than usual.]
So, uh... is it just me, or has this place got a real weird sense of holiday spirit. I don't know if anyone walked through the park lately, but there's one seriously pissed off snowman out there. And the wreathes that make you sing Christmas carols? I'm not sure if this is something that's supposed to be happening or if there's someone screwing around.
[He sighs a little, taking a drink and then rubbing at his mouth, looking over his book again.] To be honest, I can't be the only one who wants a god damn break after the crap we went through last week. Pretty sure we should just smash Frosty and burn the friggin' wreathes but that's just me.
[He shakes his head.] Anyway, yeah, just a warning about the snowman if you're headed out that way. [He sighs and shuts off the feed. As soon as he's off the phone, he puts it aside and folds his arms on the book, dropping his head down for a while.]
He's got something in his hand when he turns the feed on, thumbing at it anxiously, though anyone who doesn't know him very well would assume he's just fidgeting. The amount he's drank doesn't seem to have a very big effect on his speech, it just makes him sound more irritated than usual.]
So, uh... is it just me, or has this place got a real weird sense of holiday spirit. I don't know if anyone walked through the park lately, but there's one seriously pissed off snowman out there. And the wreathes that make you sing Christmas carols? I'm not sure if this is something that's supposed to be happening or if there's someone screwing around.
[He sighs a little, taking a drink and then rubbing at his mouth, looking over his book again.] To be honest, I can't be the only one who wants a god damn break after the crap we went through last week. Pretty sure we should just smash Frosty and burn the friggin' wreathes but that's just me.
[He shakes his head.] Anyway, yeah, just a warning about the snowman if you're headed out that way. [He sighs and shuts off the feed. As soon as he's off the phone, he puts it aside and folds his arms on the book, dropping his head down for a while.]