thirty-nine beers

[shutupsammy]

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[ 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

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[livingmyths]

Dean?

[shutupsammy]

You should let me out.

[livingmyths]

Where are you?

I can come get you if you need help.

[shutupsammy]

I don't know. Somewhere. A warehouse. Sammy says I can't get out.

Nasty brother. He's always so useless.

[livingmyths]

I guess I could come look. Why does he say you can't get out?

I thought you and Sam got along. Or well, at least as well as brothers usually get along.

[shutupsammy]

He thinks I'm going to hurt people. That's just not true.

I was mostly considering eating them.

[livingmyths]

... Dean...

What's going on? That doesn't sound like you.