don't go round tonight, well it's bound to take your life,
[ App for theoregontrail, still in progress. ]
PLAYER
NAME/NICKNAME: Sarah
AGE: 24
PERSONAL LJ: batmanboxers
TIMEZONE: GMT
EXISTING CHARACTERS IN-GAME: N/A
EMAIL ADDRESS: notyetfallen[at]hotmail[dot]co[dot]uk
IM SCREENNAME AND SERVICE: AIM: StarkResilient
CHARACTER
NAME: Dean Winchester
AGE: 32
FANDOM/MEDIUM: Supernatural [TV Show]
CANON PULL-POINT: Frontierland - 6.18
ABILITIES: Dean is a hunter. This has provided him with a number of different skills. He’s well-versed with firearms throughout the show, he does generally prefers to use a sawn-off shotgun he’s made himself. Though he will use all manner of shot, if he has to, if he’s got the equipment readily available to him. We see that he’s clearly got a good grasp of weapon care, often cleaning out his gun at a motel table, filling it with the salt rounds he and Sam make. That implies a level of knowledge and learning for both the Winchester boys, because clearly they’ve gone through each weapon and discovered which one is more suitable for their job, which ones they prefer, and know the importance of constant care.
He’s also clearly good with different forms of fighting. He knows how to use his body and strength to his own advantage, because Dean has often been able to take out creatures stronger than him with a careful application of cunning and moves. That must mean he knows a lot about weak spots and pressure, because Dean’s not a overtly muscled guy, he doesn’t seem to be packing a superhuman amount of strength, so to be able to roughhouse with things bigger and badder than him takes a lot of skill. It’s also generally implied that he knows a bit about martial arts as part of his mixed style of fighting. Dean’s often more of a rough-housing guy, but he’s got a level of agility to go with the different methods of fighting, meaning he must have learnt at some point in his life, been taught by different people the more they moved around.
Knife fighting, Dean often carries with him a blade that he took from the demon, Ruby. It’s the only thing other than the colt that he knows will exorcise a demon. He’s also seen to fight a shape shifter with a letter opener, which would imply dexterity in that particular skill. Despite his jock attitude, Dean is clearly street smart, and knows how to do things particular people wouldn’t. In one episode, he’s made himself an EMF detector out of a walkman which would imply a knowledge of electronics, and in the episode “Croatoan”, Dean shows off his chemistry ability by creating home-made explosives to fight off the demons.
Dean can speak Latin, knows enough to recite exorcism rituals by heart at this point in his canon. His knowledge of mythology is extensive, and even though Sam is often the one to do the research, we know that Dean can, and will. He’s able to change up his style to whatever he’s fighting, usually a step ahead with the things he’s thought before. Clearly his education in the world of hunting has been rigorous, Dean knows when salt is needed, when it’s iron, when it’s an exorcism. This must mean he’s very clever despite everything, it’s just a different level of intelligence to everyone else. He’s also a master at evasion, can move subtly without attracting attention to himself.
CHARACTER BACKGROUND: Pretty much constant death.
CHARACTER PERSONALITY: Dean’s very complex. In early canon, he’s flirtatious, obnoxious, believes the world owes him something and takes what he wants. He doesn’t pull any punches, he’s not afraid to say what he thinks, and does so, bordering quite frequently on rude and aggressive. He’s forward in everything he does, whether it trying to charm people, in trying to make them back off, in fighting. He’s very prideful in his attitude to life. Dean’s ego often seems something huge and unable to see past, and he clearly likes it that way, the cocky devil may care attitude something of a shield covering him. He’s very much just the kind of live and breathe guy, won’t let himself look past the day he’s currently in, because that way lies madness in the world according to Dean. It’s like he’s constantly waiting for the guillotine to fall down and cut him off. He is often seen pushing aside concerns because he’s never sure how their lives will turn out, like the future is unattainable, and it’s a waste of time trying to reach it.
He’s a hero-type who holds everything on his shoulders and refuses to ask for help from anyone, not even when his own family offer it. He acts more like a soldier than a normal person, forcing his very real issues down and refusing to acknowledge them. Sometimes this has the habit to backfire, or result in heavy drinking. He’s narcissistic on the outside to hide how vulnerable he is in, with self-worth issues that often result in Dean sacrificing himself for other people. He sends himself to hell to bring his brother back to life, thinks this is acceptable, because his own father died to save him. The guilt that brings, that he couldn’t save his mother, his father, his brother - it’s something he always carries around with him, and even when he’s clearly not responsible for something bad happening, Dean will still feel it. Every person he’s failed to save is a personal mark on his own psyche. There is evidence of this flaw throughout the show, something to goad and cajole Dean with from differing sources. And it’s the quickest way to make him angry, by stating what a failure he is when it comes to protecting his own family. We also see this suicidal tendency whenever Dean is pushed a little too far, willing to throw himself into something dangerous before thinking, refusing to plan sometimes, because this is the only way Dean knows how to react.
Dean doesn’t find himself worthy of his destiny to be a great man, hates that he’s had this all heaped upon him by someone higher up. His antagonism towards the angels, something generally seen as good, is a good marker of this. Dean hates them on sight, because they are creatures who should have helped him throughout his life (“Angels are watching over you, Dean”), and haven’t. He’s quick to anger around them, because they chose this life for him, caused him and Sam to be the puppets in their end-game, and Dean resents them for that, because without this so-called destiny, he’s sure his mother would have survived, that he and his brother and their parents may have had very real, very normal lives.
Dean has authority issues. His father was an ex-marine and he raised his children in very much a military pattern. This seems to have been bred into him. He’ll fall into line with any authority figure that he trusts but those seem to be few and far between (John, Bobby, Ellen etc). Whenever he feels threatened by another office of authority however, Dean begins to get louder, more brash, often flat-out refusing to take advice and working at his own steam. He doesn’t trust easily, less so from someone who looks down their nose at Dean.
He adapts to whatever situation he’s in. Dean can seem like the most easily approachable guy from time to time. He’s very quick to put specific people at ease if he can, help out those who he sees as needing it. But on the other hand, he can quickly shut himself off. Most of this is due to the fact that Dean doesn’t bother to make friends. He’s very good at pretending though, being that knuckle-headed, foolish jock to get the answers out of people he wants, often dumbing himself down to seem less and less of a threat. He’s constantly on the move, living out of motels in different cities and towns, skipping place to place. Forging relationships that will just have to be broken in a few days doesn’t seem worth the effort. Therefore much of Dean’s social interaction is based on the job, or on quick, one night flirtations. It doesn’t necessarily lend itself to being a well-rounded individual, when all he knows is cheating answers out of people, or quick and easy gratification. The only real, constant association in Dean’s life is his brother, and often that dependability on Sam causes their relationship to fray. They are too wound up in each other’s business to ever truly be separate, but they do take their anxieties and stresses out on the other.
He’s stubborn, Dean’s own belief is very much something he will defend to the end, even if he’s wrong in what he’s doing. Dean’s self-reliable, so what he thinks and feels, what he believes to be right, can’t be swayed for him. He hates change, hates to have to re-evaluate, because he doesn’t want to be seen as anything less than strong. Deliberating on something would take away from this image he puts together, so he simply doesn’t. He doesn’t back down in an argument, and this does have the habit of spiralling out of control. It’s something he probably learnt from his father, that saying you’re sorry and backing down makes you less of a man, and Dean feels he has to stick to his guns. It’s only when he’s given irrefutable proof that he’ll even begin to change. In this same vein, Dean is very much continue the mission once it’s started, even if it’s dangerous to his own health. Often it will take a near-death experience to make him back down from a struggle, especially if he believes others are at stake from his inaction.
Despite everything, Dean believes in what he does. He honestly thinks he’s the only thing standing between the world and the monsters that would feed upon it. He’s not doing this job for a reward, but simply because it is his job, and always will be. Ever since his mother died, Dean has felt a responsibility in hunting out the dark creatures of the world and ending their terror upon other people. He doesn’t want what happened to him to happen to anyone else, would feel wholly responsible if it did. Dean make crack under pressure, but that’s generally when the issue becomes personal. Time and time again, he’s forced the pieces of himself back in to get on with what he has to do. Even when he’s given the domestic life that he so desires, Dean clearly can’t stop hunting when he’s said he will, because it’s in his blood. Each loss throughout his life, whether actual family or people he’s just failed to protect, become a heavy blow, so he’s very unlikely to sit back and let people suffer if he can help it, even if it means sacrificing his own personal happiness.
WORLD: Dean’s from a universe where monsters exist. Ghouls, vampires, spirits, demons, angels, everything that has an origin in myth seems to pop up at some point or other. It’s not widely known, in fact, often hidden from the general public even at the expense of the Winchester’s safety from the police or the FBI. However, there are a select few who know about it, a society of hunters who Dean and Sam regularly run into. Bobby seems to know more about it, implies that it’s wider than they know, because he’s often helping out a whole host of people. There are non-hunters who know of the threat too, people like Pastor Jim and Sherrif Mills, but Dean is very unlikely to broach the subject unless he has a reason to.
OCCUPATION: Gunsmith.
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON: Time is fluid, Dean. Dean remembers Castiel telling him that when they first met, when he was still the odd, ruffled, terrifying creature in the back of Dean’s mind, his voice gravel rough and his blue eyes fixed on Dean like he was something. It feels like such a long time ago now, a few years in reality, but it still aches like it’s been centuries. But time could be bent, Dean remembers that much, time was just the angel’s little bitch if they really wanted it to be that way. And they’d been working through that, stuck in Wyoming, hunting a Phoenix with Samuel Colt’s gun, twenty-four hours and going native and Dean had been -
Well, he’d been excited. It’s not often the job got him excited anymore, slogged down with all the crap the universe put him through, the shit and the blood it kept heaping up on him and his brother. But yeah, the Wild West, Dean’s old movie fantasy come to life, and sure, sue him, he’d been honest to God excited about it. Down to the crappy stirrups on his boots. And it’d been fun, for a minute, to forget about the mother of all evil, to forget about Sam’s head splitting like a coconut. It had put the proverbial spring back into Dean’s step. Sure, people keep talking crap about his serape, and how clean he is, and maybe the saloon girl’s face had been peeling off, but it had been fun.
And he’d come so close, hadn’t he, to fighting the Phoenix, scavenging his ashes, to having the momentum against Eve, maybe he could have fixed things for all of them, one more problem taken away from everyone else. Dean owed them that, he owed the world that, he should have stopped her before. And he’d almost had it, a shoot-out in the Wild West and Dean had won, the Colt familiar in his fingers, something cool to make him feel a little better about himself, something familiar. Dean had called the Phoenix out, and it had gone down like a movie scene. And he had been fastest, feeling like a hero for half a second out in the dusty ol’ Wild West.
But he had been two seconds too slow, wild west dirt caked on his hands, and the flutter of angel wings in his ears, no phoenix ash in his dusty little glass. Another thing to add to the wasted time they’d been spilling everywhere.
“You couldn’t a-waited five -,” he starts, angry and frustrated, opening his eyes, and hell, this isn’t Bobby’s place, this isn’t even Sunrise, but it sure does look like it. Dean turns around, taking in the dusty old terrain in front of him, panicked for a moment. There’s no Sam, no Cas, no Bobby. He’s alone.
Maybe something went wrong with the angel transport. But Cas has always been pretty good of zapping Dean out when he needs it, can’t see why this would be any different now, why he’d take Sam and not Dean anyway. So maybe something stopped him. But he’d said back in Bobby’s, they had twenty-four hours before it became impossible. He can’t be stuck here, he can’t. Cas is going to come back for him, he just has to wait.
He just has to wait.
“Sam?” he calls, shifting again, turning on his foot, the bottom of his coat dragging in the dirt, “Fuck - Sammy? Cas? C‘mon, Cas, I know you‘re messin‘ with me, you gotta be, c‘mon man.”
FIRST PERSON: [ The first thing that comes through on the video is the unhappy set of someone’s mouth mid-scowl. Then it’s angry green eyes and the entire face of one very pissed off Dean Winchester. ] All right, I get it. I’m pretty sure this film isn’t out until next year, and I ain’t Daniel Craig. So the whole cowboys, funny space watch thing is kinda a like hearin' the punchline first, y'get me? And I don’t even get Olivia Wilde for my troubles. Anyone seein’ how this don’t add up? I mean, if you’re gonna pull my leg, least y’could offer me is the hot, naked chick, it’s only kind. Even if it's her in the doctor's coat and the mackin' on other hot chicks, I ain't picky.
[ A heaving sigh. ] What I don’t get is what I’m doin’ here, or hell, why m’even here. If it’s Cas fuckin’ up, that’s fine, but the hell are you lot doin’ too, that’s what I wanna know. And man, does the smell o’ shit ever get any better? Even Sam smells better'n this and his burrito gas is freaking toxic.
[ Another beat. ] Bet Clint Eastwood didn't have t'put up with this crap.
NOTES:
PLAYER
NAME/NICKNAME: Sarah
AGE: 24
PERSONAL LJ: batmanboxers
TIMEZONE: GMT
EXISTING CHARACTERS IN-GAME: N/A
EMAIL ADDRESS: notyetfallen[at]hotmail[dot]co[dot]uk
IM SCREENNAME AND SERVICE: AIM: StarkResilient
CHARACTER
NAME: Dean Winchester
AGE: 32
FANDOM/MEDIUM: Supernatural [TV Show]
CANON PULL-POINT: Frontierland - 6.18
ABILITIES: Dean is a hunter. This has provided him with a number of different skills. He’s well-versed with firearms throughout the show, he does generally prefers to use a sawn-off shotgun he’s made himself. Though he will use all manner of shot, if he has to, if he’s got the equipment readily available to him. We see that he’s clearly got a good grasp of weapon care, often cleaning out his gun at a motel table, filling it with the salt rounds he and Sam make. That implies a level of knowledge and learning for both the Winchester boys, because clearly they’ve gone through each weapon and discovered which one is more suitable for their job, which ones they prefer, and know the importance of constant care.
He’s also clearly good with different forms of fighting. He knows how to use his body and strength to his own advantage, because Dean has often been able to take out creatures stronger than him with a careful application of cunning and moves. That must mean he knows a lot about weak spots and pressure, because Dean’s not a overtly muscled guy, he doesn’t seem to be packing a superhuman amount of strength, so to be able to roughhouse with things bigger and badder than him takes a lot of skill. It’s also generally implied that he knows a bit about martial arts as part of his mixed style of fighting. Dean’s often more of a rough-housing guy, but he’s got a level of agility to go with the different methods of fighting, meaning he must have learnt at some point in his life, been taught by different people the more they moved around.
Knife fighting, Dean often carries with him a blade that he took from the demon, Ruby. It’s the only thing other than the colt that he knows will exorcise a demon. He’s also seen to fight a shape shifter with a letter opener, which would imply dexterity in that particular skill. Despite his jock attitude, Dean is clearly street smart, and knows how to do things particular people wouldn’t. In one episode, he’s made himself an EMF detector out of a walkman which would imply a knowledge of electronics, and in the episode “Croatoan”, Dean shows off his chemistry ability by creating home-made explosives to fight off the demons.
Dean can speak Latin, knows enough to recite exorcism rituals by heart at this point in his canon. His knowledge of mythology is extensive, and even though Sam is often the one to do the research, we know that Dean can, and will. He’s able to change up his style to whatever he’s fighting, usually a step ahead with the things he’s thought before. Clearly his education in the world of hunting has been rigorous, Dean knows when salt is needed, when it’s iron, when it’s an exorcism. This must mean he’s very clever despite everything, it’s just a different level of intelligence to everyone else. He’s also a master at evasion, can move subtly without attracting attention to himself.
CHARACTER BACKGROUND: Pretty much constant death.
CHARACTER PERSONALITY: Dean’s very complex. In early canon, he’s flirtatious, obnoxious, believes the world owes him something and takes what he wants. He doesn’t pull any punches, he’s not afraid to say what he thinks, and does so, bordering quite frequently on rude and aggressive. He’s forward in everything he does, whether it trying to charm people, in trying to make them back off, in fighting. He’s very prideful in his attitude to life. Dean’s ego often seems something huge and unable to see past, and he clearly likes it that way, the cocky devil may care attitude something of a shield covering him. He’s very much just the kind of live and breathe guy, won’t let himself look past the day he’s currently in, because that way lies madness in the world according to Dean. It’s like he’s constantly waiting for the guillotine to fall down and cut him off. He is often seen pushing aside concerns because he’s never sure how their lives will turn out, like the future is unattainable, and it’s a waste of time trying to reach it.
He’s a hero-type who holds everything on his shoulders and refuses to ask for help from anyone, not even when his own family offer it. He acts more like a soldier than a normal person, forcing his very real issues down and refusing to acknowledge them. Sometimes this has the habit to backfire, or result in heavy drinking. He’s narcissistic on the outside to hide how vulnerable he is in, with self-worth issues that often result in Dean sacrificing himself for other people. He sends himself to hell to bring his brother back to life, thinks this is acceptable, because his own father died to save him. The guilt that brings, that he couldn’t save his mother, his father, his brother - it’s something he always carries around with him, and even when he’s clearly not responsible for something bad happening, Dean will still feel it. Every person he’s failed to save is a personal mark on his own psyche. There is evidence of this flaw throughout the show, something to goad and cajole Dean with from differing sources. And it’s the quickest way to make him angry, by stating what a failure he is when it comes to protecting his own family. We also see this suicidal tendency whenever Dean is pushed a little too far, willing to throw himself into something dangerous before thinking, refusing to plan sometimes, because this is the only way Dean knows how to react.
Dean doesn’t find himself worthy of his destiny to be a great man, hates that he’s had this all heaped upon him by someone higher up. His antagonism towards the angels, something generally seen as good, is a good marker of this. Dean hates them on sight, because they are creatures who should have helped him throughout his life (“Angels are watching over you, Dean”), and haven’t. He’s quick to anger around them, because they chose this life for him, caused him and Sam to be the puppets in their end-game, and Dean resents them for that, because without this so-called destiny, he’s sure his mother would have survived, that he and his brother and their parents may have had very real, very normal lives.
Dean has authority issues. His father was an ex-marine and he raised his children in very much a military pattern. This seems to have been bred into him. He’ll fall into line with any authority figure that he trusts but those seem to be few and far between (John, Bobby, Ellen etc). Whenever he feels threatened by another office of authority however, Dean begins to get louder, more brash, often flat-out refusing to take advice and working at his own steam. He doesn’t trust easily, less so from someone who looks down their nose at Dean.
He adapts to whatever situation he’s in. Dean can seem like the most easily approachable guy from time to time. He’s very quick to put specific people at ease if he can, help out those who he sees as needing it. But on the other hand, he can quickly shut himself off. Most of this is due to the fact that Dean doesn’t bother to make friends. He’s very good at pretending though, being that knuckle-headed, foolish jock to get the answers out of people he wants, often dumbing himself down to seem less and less of a threat. He’s constantly on the move, living out of motels in different cities and towns, skipping place to place. Forging relationships that will just have to be broken in a few days doesn’t seem worth the effort. Therefore much of Dean’s social interaction is based on the job, or on quick, one night flirtations. It doesn’t necessarily lend itself to being a well-rounded individual, when all he knows is cheating answers out of people, or quick and easy gratification. The only real, constant association in Dean’s life is his brother, and often that dependability on Sam causes their relationship to fray. They are too wound up in each other’s business to ever truly be separate, but they do take their anxieties and stresses out on the other.
He’s stubborn, Dean’s own belief is very much something he will defend to the end, even if he’s wrong in what he’s doing. Dean’s self-reliable, so what he thinks and feels, what he believes to be right, can’t be swayed for him. He hates change, hates to have to re-evaluate, because he doesn’t want to be seen as anything less than strong. Deliberating on something would take away from this image he puts together, so he simply doesn’t. He doesn’t back down in an argument, and this does have the habit of spiralling out of control. It’s something he probably learnt from his father, that saying you’re sorry and backing down makes you less of a man, and Dean feels he has to stick to his guns. It’s only when he’s given irrefutable proof that he’ll even begin to change. In this same vein, Dean is very much continue the mission once it’s started, even if it’s dangerous to his own health. Often it will take a near-death experience to make him back down from a struggle, especially if he believes others are at stake from his inaction.
Despite everything, Dean believes in what he does. He honestly thinks he’s the only thing standing between the world and the monsters that would feed upon it. He’s not doing this job for a reward, but simply because it is his job, and always will be. Ever since his mother died, Dean has felt a responsibility in hunting out the dark creatures of the world and ending their terror upon other people. He doesn’t want what happened to him to happen to anyone else, would feel wholly responsible if it did. Dean make crack under pressure, but that’s generally when the issue becomes personal. Time and time again, he’s forced the pieces of himself back in to get on with what he has to do. Even when he’s given the domestic life that he so desires, Dean clearly can’t stop hunting when he’s said he will, because it’s in his blood. Each loss throughout his life, whether actual family or people he’s just failed to protect, become a heavy blow, so he’s very unlikely to sit back and let people suffer if he can help it, even if it means sacrificing his own personal happiness.
WORLD: Dean’s from a universe where monsters exist. Ghouls, vampires, spirits, demons, angels, everything that has an origin in myth seems to pop up at some point or other. It’s not widely known, in fact, often hidden from the general public even at the expense of the Winchester’s safety from the police or the FBI. However, there are a select few who know about it, a society of hunters who Dean and Sam regularly run into. Bobby seems to know more about it, implies that it’s wider than they know, because he’s often helping out a whole host of people. There are non-hunters who know of the threat too, people like Pastor Jim and Sherrif Mills, but Dean is very unlikely to broach the subject unless he has a reason to.
OCCUPATION: Gunsmith.
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON: Time is fluid, Dean. Dean remembers Castiel telling him that when they first met, when he was still the odd, ruffled, terrifying creature in the back of Dean’s mind, his voice gravel rough and his blue eyes fixed on Dean like he was something. It feels like such a long time ago now, a few years in reality, but it still aches like it’s been centuries. But time could be bent, Dean remembers that much, time was just the angel’s little bitch if they really wanted it to be that way. And they’d been working through that, stuck in Wyoming, hunting a Phoenix with Samuel Colt’s gun, twenty-four hours and going native and Dean had been -
Well, he’d been excited. It’s not often the job got him excited anymore, slogged down with all the crap the universe put him through, the shit and the blood it kept heaping up on him and his brother. But yeah, the Wild West, Dean’s old movie fantasy come to life, and sure, sue him, he’d been honest to God excited about it. Down to the crappy stirrups on his boots. And it’d been fun, for a minute, to forget about the mother of all evil, to forget about Sam’s head splitting like a coconut. It had put the proverbial spring back into Dean’s step. Sure, people keep talking crap about his serape, and how clean he is, and maybe the saloon girl’s face had been peeling off, but it had been fun.
And he’d come so close, hadn’t he, to fighting the Phoenix, scavenging his ashes, to having the momentum against Eve, maybe he could have fixed things for all of them, one more problem taken away from everyone else. Dean owed them that, he owed the world that, he should have stopped her before. And he’d almost had it, a shoot-out in the Wild West and Dean had won, the Colt familiar in his fingers, something cool to make him feel a little better about himself, something familiar. Dean had called the Phoenix out, and it had gone down like a movie scene. And he had been fastest, feeling like a hero for half a second out in the dusty ol’ Wild West.
But he had been two seconds too slow, wild west dirt caked on his hands, and the flutter of angel wings in his ears, no phoenix ash in his dusty little glass. Another thing to add to the wasted time they’d been spilling everywhere.
“You couldn’t a-waited five -,” he starts, angry and frustrated, opening his eyes, and hell, this isn’t Bobby’s place, this isn’t even Sunrise, but it sure does look like it. Dean turns around, taking in the dusty old terrain in front of him, panicked for a moment. There’s no Sam, no Cas, no Bobby. He’s alone.
Maybe something went wrong with the angel transport. But Cas has always been pretty good of zapping Dean out when he needs it, can’t see why this would be any different now, why he’d take Sam and not Dean anyway. So maybe something stopped him. But he’d said back in Bobby’s, they had twenty-four hours before it became impossible. He can’t be stuck here, he can’t. Cas is going to come back for him, he just has to wait.
He just has to wait.
“Sam?” he calls, shifting again, turning on his foot, the bottom of his coat dragging in the dirt, “Fuck - Sammy? Cas? C‘mon, Cas, I know you‘re messin‘ with me, you gotta be, c‘mon man.”
FIRST PERSON: [ The first thing that comes through on the video is the unhappy set of someone’s mouth mid-scowl. Then it’s angry green eyes and the entire face of one very pissed off Dean Winchester. ] All right, I get it. I’m pretty sure this film isn’t out until next year, and I ain’t Daniel Craig. So the whole cowboys, funny space watch thing is kinda a like hearin' the punchline first, y'get me? And I don’t even get Olivia Wilde for my troubles. Anyone seein’ how this don’t add up? I mean, if you’re gonna pull my leg, least y’could offer me is the hot, naked chick, it’s only kind. Even if it's her in the doctor's coat and the mackin' on other hot chicks, I ain't picky.
[ A heaving sigh. ] What I don’t get is what I’m doin’ here, or hell, why m’even here. If it’s Cas fuckin’ up, that’s fine, but the hell are you lot doin’ too, that’s what I wanna know. And man, does the smell o’ shit ever get any better? Even Sam smells better'n this and his burrito gas is freaking toxic.
[ Another beat. ] Bet Clint Eastwood didn't have t'put up with this crap.
NOTES:
