The Park, All Morning and Afternoon, Saturday

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Ken wanted to die.

He was sitting in the gazebo of the park, in a big chair.

Dressed like Santa, complete with fake beard. His 'ho ho ho's sounded a little snarky, but he was doing his best not to ruin it for the kids.

His shins already told him never to have his own children.

[ooc: Open! No OCD, I'm lazy.]

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[givemethehunt]

Dean was making his way through the park and walked right by the gazebo.

Then he stopped and backed up, a clear look of incredulous amusement on his face.

"Dude, where are your hot elves?"

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"Dude, I wish," Ken said. "Though that might be a good thing, that there aren't any."

[givemethehunt]

"I dunno, man, some chicks are way into guys who'll humiliate themselves for the kids,"

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"Dude, I'm more referring to the fact that small kids have to sit in my lap," Ken said.

[givemethehunt]

"Okay, so really kinky hot elves."

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"Who are you, anyway?" Ken had to ask.

[givemethehunt]

Dean grinned and offered a hand. "Dean Winchester. Local deputy of awesome."

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"Ken Miller, I hope you are cooler than your brother," he said, shaking his hand.

[givemethehunt]

"I am. But that's not actually hard to do. Sammy's a total geek."

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"Yeah, no kidding," Ken said. "I swear, if you just played a Zeppelin near him, he'd melt or something."