04: [Video] Beautiful Loser

[Dean is sprawled in a large, plush (but well-worn) chair, a deep scowl etched onto his face.  Led Zeppelin's Traveling Riverside Blues can be heard playing in the background.  He looks pensive and brooding, which isn't unusual, but considering how he normally sports a cocky, self-sure smirk, this doesn't bode well.  He shifts a little, uncrossing his legs and slouching further in the seat, fingers clenched in the armrests.  If it isn't already obvious how tense he is, the wrinkle between his eyebrows is a dead-giveaway.]

...Jesus fuck, I'd kill for a massage.

[Just remembering how good the Magic Fingers on those crappy motel beds felt is making his back knot up even more.  He needs a break, he needs to loosen, particularly after all the leftover, residual stress from Fear Factor: Fucked-Up Mansion Edition.  Dean runs a shaky hand through his hair and lets out a slow, long breath.  Rolling his eyes, he finally looks at the camera.]

Okay, look, if anyone's there, and listening, and wants to - I dunno - hang out, or somethin'...I'm in my room.  Again.  [The Dean Winchester everyone knows and loves actually quirks a little smile.]  I was thinkin' of hittin' up the liquor cabinet, if this shitty joint has one.  If you're sane, and game- [He resists the urge to add "Attractive" to that list.] ...then you should get your ass over here.

Drinking alone sucks.