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It's been a long day. A really long, really fucked-up day. Goddamn shapeshifters. Goddamn Ronald.
Goddamn motherfucking FBI agents who can't let anything go.
Dean storms through the front door of Milliways, Sam hot on his heels. Unlike most other days, both of 'em are dressed in unrelieved black. There's lots of Kevlar involved, too.
And clearly neither one of them were exactly expecting to end up here. Dean's face says that pretty clearly.
"I'd take bets on whether this makes us more or less screwed, but fat chance of that, huh."
[ooc: Slowtime, please? It is getting late. Tags on current threads will be picked up tomorrow.]
Goddamn motherfucking FBI agents who can't let anything go.
Dean storms through the front door of Milliways, Sam hot on his heels. Unlike most other days, both of 'em are dressed in unrelieved black. There's lots of Kevlar involved, too.
And clearly neither one of them were exactly expecting to end up here. Dean's face says that pretty clearly.
"I'd take bets on whether this makes us more or less screwed, but fat chance of that, huh."
[ooc: Slowtime, please? It is getting late. Tags on current threads will be picked up tomorrow.]