thirty-nine beers
[ audio post ]
[ there's a long radio silence, filled with nothing but quiet, slow, hissed breathing. Measured but clearly pained, bored-- frustrated. After nearly a minute, a low, raspy voice hums something which may or may not be recognizable, not careful to make it sound good or in tune. ]
And if I say to you tomorrow,
Take my hand, child, come with me.
It's to a castle I will take you,
Where what's to be, they say will be.
[ the verse is interrupted by laughter, vicious, barking and humorless. It continues on until the voice is out of breath, and suddenly: ]
LET ME OUT!
[ooc: cursed! same Road Not Taken AU as Sam, post-Mystery Spot. What if the Trickster never gave Dean back.]