18: [Action/Video] Touch Me
A video camera, recording, is propped up on Dean's bedside table, giving any viewers a wide frame of his torso and head. A bottle of Scotch sits next to it, half-empty. The Doors' Touch Me is playing in the background, fairly quietly as Dean's music goes. He's thumbing through an automobile magazine, predictably, and humming along (a wee bit off-key). The hunter snorts when he reaches a particularly hilarious page in his reading material. "Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me," He rolls his eyes. "Goddamn horoscopes in my car mags? Better be a damn good one about Aquariu-"
Dean stops - glancing down at his watch, then the magazine, then his watch again - and makes a face.
"Oh."
His eyebrows raise in surprise.
"So, uh." He chuckles a little nervously at the camera, quirking a crooked grin. "Looks like I'm twenty-nine today. Time flies, huh?"
Dean stops - glancing down at his watch, then the magazine, then his watch again - and makes a face.
"Oh."
His eyebrows raise in surprise.
"So, uh." He chuckles a little nervously at the camera, quirking a crooked grin. "Looks like I'm twenty-nine today. Time flies, huh?"