Room 438, Sunday morning

[saltandammo]

Dean wasn't a big fan of mornings to begin with and the time change didn't exactly help. Yeah, there was a big unnatural flood out there, but it was Fandom. There was always something unnatural going on. He figured he'd stick his head out later and see if there was anything he could do.

But for now, he was lying on his bed, yawning as he dangled a string for Hunter to pounce on.

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