Crap.

This is crap.

So. Vampires.

The more you know.

[Since Sam is too busy to be worried about the car or anything else, Dean takes it upon himself to get back to work in order to find out what the hell is going on, and how the hell they can get out of it. Which is why he turns to his dad's journal once more and discovers something he can't remember reading, but that's there as clear as day in his ( Read more... )

Hey, uh, Sammy? We got a problem.

[True to his intentions, Dean has vacated the premises where he last saw Sam and Rose, intending on extending his hunt for Lucifer to the grounds surrounding the building, and in general to just get some fresh air and get his head around the things starting to happen. He's got the revolver, though he's left the fire poker where he through it down ( Read more... )

[Claudia peers into the screen, her eyebrows furrowing a bit as she messes with her notebook. After a few moments, she stops, looking rather pleased with herself.]

So, there's a dude here now that looks just like Dean. How the heck are we suppose to tell them apart??

[She pauses, and grins brightly.]

I've come up with the best idea ( Read more... )

[There’s a long moment between showing up in the house and Tom pulling lurking across the screen. The journals seem to flip on with new arrivals as if to alert the rest of the house to them being there, so Tom doesn't know, but the entire network can see him packing around the room. Stunned, white as a sheet, and about ten seconds from a grade-A ( Read more... )

[Rose runs full-speed from her room to Sam and Dean's. She is furious- FURIOUS with John for just spouting out Sam's whereabouts to some stranger. Frankly, Mr. So-Called-Lucifer makes her skin crawl. And then there's Sam and John bickering over whatever, and really, she's fuming. She could KILL the both of them, but she's certainly not about to ( Read more... )

Pop quiz time, kids.

Anybody seen a radio around here?

[For several long moments, Dean stares at the blood staining his hands, and feels it stinging his eyes, and when he blinks, another fat red drop rolls down his cheek and drips from his chin to splatter into his palm. He shakes his head slightly, in disbelief, as a second joins the first, before scrambling out of bed and making a beeline for the ( Read more... )