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The trio who step through the front door (a few minutes after piling into a van) probably were dressed finely at some point in their evening. Now, though, the name of the game is: ripped, wildly unkempt, bloody here and there, and soaked. Liz's dress has been raggedly sliced off at the knees. Her hair straggling in her face (some of it still up in the remnants of a chignon, giving her a very chic crazy bag lady look), she's wobbly on her bare feet and leaning heavily on Sam, maintaining a death-grip on the back of his suit jacket.
Dean likes to think he looks a little better than those two, but it's kinda obvious that he's faking it like mad. At least the head wound has stopped bleeding?
Dean likes to think he looks a little better than those two, but it's kinda obvious that he's faking it like mad. At least the head wound has stopped bleeding?