Room 211, Saturday late morning.
Guh.
Dean rolled over groggily and opened his eyes. One look at his surroundings had him sitting up in alarm.
It had happened again. He was somewhere he didn't recognise and didn't have any idea how he got there. It had been happening with more and more frequency lately and it wigged him out something terrible.
Getting up, he poked around the room, making a face at the number of tacky t-shirts with stupid slogans on them he found in the closet, but didn't find anything that explained why he was there.
He ended up staring at himself in the mirror. "I know that the Skywalkers are to blame for this somehow," he muttered. Then yelped and jumped back as his reflection replied, "Oh, would you shut up about the Skywalkers already?"
[ooc: for the 'reflection' heheh]
Dean rolled over groggily and opened his eyes. One look at his surroundings had him sitting up in alarm.
It had happened again. He was somewhere he didn't recognise and didn't have any idea how he got there. It had been happening with more and more frequency lately and it wigged him out something terrible.
Getting up, he poked around the room, making a face at the number of tacky t-shirts with stupid slogans on them he found in the closet, but didn't find anything that explained why he was there.
He ended up staring at himself in the mirror. "I know that the Skywalkers are to blame for this somehow," he muttered. Then yelped and jumped back as his reflection replied, "Oh, would you shut up about the Skywalkers already?"
[ooc: for the 'reflection' heheh]