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forty-seven beers
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I sure as hell wasn't brought back for the fun of it, and I'll tell you something. I haven't been disappointed yet.
Is the only sane person left that I know Bobby freakin' Singer? Seriously? Because I'm starting to feel like I'm stuck in some kind of screwed up, morbid Benny Hill comedy scene. Or one of those Scooby Doo chases ( Read more... ) -
forty-six beers
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[ there is the sound of a scuffle in the background, the tenor pitch of Jamie Madrox' voice with tired, gravelly notes-- registering behind a lot of sobbing, and then the same voice, nearly the same voice, which sounds almost feverishly morose. ]He doesn't even care anymore! He doesn't love me for me, I just represent some bullshit ( Read more... ) -
forty-five beers
So Jo's gone. Bobby already said, but eh. I like seeing her face around more than I, but I'm even happier she's home where she can live her actual life. It's a shit life to be living, but at least she still is. Not stuck here anymore. This isn't a real life for most people, just waiting. Like limbo but with a sick sense of humor ( Read more... ) -
forty-four beers
FILTERED FROM SAM WINCHESTER + RUBY + BOBBY SINGER;
How do you treat severe anemia in an adult male in otherwise average health?
/FILTERYou ever wake up in the morning and your first thought is Jesus Christ why'd I wake up this morning and who hit me with the golf cart ( Read more... ) -
forty-three beers
You ever started to get the feeling that your life is a joke? Not just any joke, but a very specific joke on you made to make you feel like you're nothing but a giant tool and people suck and you can't trust anybody to tell you the truth so you may as well get really drunk and listen to Kashmir on repeat all night because it'll be just as ( Read more... ) -
forty-two beers
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That's disgusting. YES, it's disgusting. What the hell are you? He's my brother, I wouldn't ever even think about-- I'm gonna barf. I never wanted to hear the word 'slash' again in my fucking life, once was enough, thanks.
[some indiscernable mumbling.]
What?
[more pitched noise.]No, I won't sign the cover of your book. That doesn ( Read more... ) -
forty-one beers
I quit. I'm giving up gambling*. Never again. I'm serious.
And I have no damn cash left anywhere on my body or in my mattress or laying in the couch cushions so if someone looking for a charity case would be so kind as to buy me a burger until payday? That'd be awesome.
*This doesn't mean I'm giving up playing. Just not for money. End of story. ( Read more... ) -
FORTY beers
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[The camera, slightly off-centered, shows Dean Winchester in the small, bare-bones chapel of the hospital. It's dimly lit, and he's muttering something not meant to be private but also not meant to be overheard, eyes faced upward ( Read more... ) -
thirty-nine beers
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[ there's a long radio silence, filled with nothing but quiet, slow, hissed breathing. Measured but clearly pained, bored-- frustrated. After nearly a minute, a low, raspy voice hums something which may or may not be recognizable, not careful to make it sound good or in tune. ]
And if I say to you tomorrow ( Read more... )