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This is.. very weird.
I think I need a really long, cold shower. -
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500 Thursdays. -
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Plus side to this mute thing: I don't have to listen to Dean sing in the shower every morning. -
ACTION SPAM FOR RITUANA!!
[ Sam was scared. It wasn't the first time in his life that he was running from something that was trying to kill him; it certainly wouldn't be the last. But he had never been a fan of zombies (not that these were actual zombies, as far as he knew, his rational mind told him) and he really wasn't a fan of being chased by a homicidol maniac without ( Read more... ) -
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[ After this, Sam has sequestered himself on the balcony outside his and Dean's skeevy motel room. He doesn't realize that he's being recorded, and he looks pretty pensive and--
is that a bible on his lap? He's pretty upset, and as he raises his face to the night sky, he begins to sing. ]Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face ( Read more... ) -
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Dean, did I seriously get so drunk last night I ended up in your room? -
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Dean, I appreciate the sentiments, but I'd appreciate it more if you didn't drunk text me at four in the morning. -
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Okay, this has gone on long enough.
Change me back.