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[belligerency]

[Dean is sitting on the couch, beer in hand -- and he's not looking terribly happy.]

I don't know what the hell to think anymore.

((ooc: Dean, being Dean, was out past curfew. He's lost his ability to hide his emotions, so if he's feeling something, you're gonna know -- and you're gonna know why. Unfortunately he's feeling broody and angsty right

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[ad_perditionem]

...?

Uh, you okay?

[belligerency]

No, I'm not okay, Sa --

That reminds me, what the hell am I even supposed to call you?

[ad_perditionem]

It's almost your birthday---is that what this is about? Don't get all pissed about it. I was joking about the whole "old man" thing.

Sam does work. Just...Sam. I'm not going to leave it up to you to rename me, since you'd probably come up with some bullshit name like BROBOT 8000.

[belligerency]

No, you shit. Well -- maybe, but nothin' you said.

Hilarious. What about my Sam, huh? What if I only want one of you and you both come wonderin' what I want with you?

((ooc: You killed me. I am dead.))

[chipsandtea]

[Rose is still confessing things, so--]

You don't look so great.

[belligerency]

Trust me, sweetheart, I feel just as good.

[chipsandtea]

Anything I can do?

[belligerency]

Thanks, Rose, but ... no. I don't think so.

[amoralthief]

You think?

[belligerency]

Shut up, Bela.

[amoralthief]

Snappy today, are we? Mind your temper.

...well, out with it, then. What did you manage to do to yourself this time?

[belligerency]

You say that like I'd listen to you or something.

You've never had a shitty day?

[zombie_pen]

[walks in from the bedroom, a book in hand]

Dean?

[sees the look on his brother's face & drops his book]

What happened?

[belligerency]

Went out after curfew. Guess Template's got a friggin' twisted sense of humour.

[zombie_pen]

I suppose so.

Are you okay?

[belligerency]

[takes a breath like he's about to protest -- but, well, can't] Not exactly.