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[Video flicks on sideways, little lines of static running up and down the screen. Dean's boots and the street behind him are the only objects on interest, and as he takes a few steps back from the device, cursing and howling up a storm, the Latimir building is visible down a ways.]

Damnit, that hurt! Gah!

[He picks up the ( Read more... )

[The screen flickers with static once, twice, three times before clearing to show the cloudy sky, grey and looking annoyed with being caught on camera without her face on. The image blurs, compresses into pixels and rights itself again, showing the lower half of Dean's face, from upper lip down. The collar of his shirt is torn, his neck smeared ( Read more... )