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Mar 12, 2011 14:53

[ Originally, Dean had every intention of addressing all of Mayfield, especially after hearing about the "angels" or whatever. Definitely don't sound like angels to him. ]

So, can somebody tell me--

[ Except there's another, cheerier, voice joining him, much to his annoyance. ]

Dear, you'll be late for work if you don't hurry!

... what? Listen lady, I'm not going anywhere until I get some answers.

Come now, the phone will still be there when you get home! Here, I made your lunch just the way you like it.

[ A crinkle of a paper bag, and Dean makes a bemused sound. ]

And you can't work without your tools!

[ CLANG and the phone clatters a little, as Dean tries to take everything the drone wife is shoving at him. ]

Oomph--damnit, woman, I said--what is even in this thing? ... Is that pie?

Of course! Now, out you go!

Wait--

[ And Dean is getting shoved outside now by his lovely 50s wife, armed with a tool belt, hard hat, and lunch sack. What just happened. ]

i don't wanna go to work, damnit drone wife, +dr. isobel "izzie" stevens, *action: 948 beulah street, weakness: pie, *phone

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