Room 438, late Sunday night

[saltandammo]

After a night of conversations in the Common Room, Dean headed back to his room with Hunter and flopped down on the bed. After some thought, he reached for his cell phone and dialed a certain number.

[ooc: for the recepient of the phone call]

Comments

[x5_alec]

"Demons exorcised, zombies set on fire, ghosts escorted into the light," Alec rattled off absently as he picked up. "Whatever you need, I can do, so whatcha got?"

[x5_alec]

"Nuts how?"

[saltandammo]

"He thinks Elvis is still alive and living in the Bermuda Triangle with Jimmy Hoffa."

[x5_alec]

"I'll go by your tone and assume that's crazy-talk," Alec said after a brief pause.

[saltandammo]

"Totally. Ask Bobby to explain to you all the ways that is wrong. Priestly's a conspiracy nut."

[x5_alec]

"Oh, one of those crackpots," Alec said with a snort. "Crossed paths with a hunter last month that thought the government was making werewolves for their own secret army or something."

[saltandammo]

"Sounds like something Priestly would come up with yeah. But aside from the weirdo theories he seems nice enough. And with the mohawk there's a lot less confusion about if I'm him." Dean paused. "And it seems to have engendered some thoughts about threesomes in certain people."

[x5_alec]

"Is that threesomes with you, me and Priestly, or threesomes involving you guys and someone else?"

[saltandammo]

"Threesomes involving you, me and her," Dean said. "The whole cat thing seems to be intriguing her too. Oh and her is Peyton."