♠ 017 - As your voice fades. ♠

[zombie_pen]

[would be out at the park with Fay, a smile on his face as he tosses the Frisbee across the field. Fay chases after the discus, barking happily, her tail wagging a mile a minute. In the early morning air, there were birds chirping, the bubbling of the fountain, a pissed off squirrel chittering away at a chipmunk with its cheeks stuffed full of

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[zombie_pen]

[is non-responsive as he picks up Fay, figuring it's best to go hide in the house where there's stuff to at least write on since he's incapable of communicating in any other way]

[zombie_pen]

[blinks in surprise, looking over his shoulder]

Dean!

[knows the words came out of his mouth, felt his vocal cords form the sounds, yet heard nothing. With a sigh, he pointed to his ears]

I'm deaf, dude. I can't hear you.

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[zombie_pen]

[watches his not!brother's lips, picking out the words "Sam" and "hot dogs". He purses his lips, clearly not amused]

You're such an ass, Dean.

[zombie_pen]

[looks at the phone, then nods]

Afraid so.

[thinks for a moment, his eyes coming to rest on the crown tattoo on the inside of his left wrist]

Hey, you don't happen to have any strange tats, do you?

[zombie_pen]

I think my going deaf has to do with this.

[points to said crown]

Roxas has one too, and he's as deaf as a doornail, just like me.

[zombie_pen]

[sticks his tongue out about the tattoo comment]

It wasn't my choice to get this, thank you very much.

And... I don't know. [bites his lip]

[zombie_pen]

It's the city's fault, most likely. I don't know if you can really classify that as magic.

[zombie_pen]

[looks at his not!brother with sympathy, knowing that any Dean, his or not, would be upset if something happened to a Sam, once again his or not]

Usually the city rights itself after a few days, sometimes up to a week.