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It's a good day.

It's still morning. The rave is over, the candy-high is gone. He doesn't have to worry about having pawned off anything valuable just to get a fix. Sammy's MIA, but Castiel came back from wherever he went. Probably escaping the techno music. Speaking of music - there isn't any playing, but there is someone singing.

It's slightly off-key, barely muted by the sound of running water, and very clearly a tribute to The J. Geils Band. Then the shower shuts off, and every single lyric is discernible for any and all listening in.

"-I was shy, I turned away, before she caught my eye. I was shakin' in my shoes, whenever she flashed those baby-blues! Something had a hold on me when angel passed close by."

He slides out of the bathroom and into view like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, sporting a towel and a shampoo bottle-microphone...

...and then promptly dives back into the refrain, hop-skipping across the floor like a man who just got laid.

Because guess what?

He did.

Never you mind the trench coat draped over the desk chair haphazardly and the clothes all over the floor. Never you mind at all.

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And humid. I'm in college, afraid it's not terribly interesting.

I don't have cool superpowers like half the mansion so I'm feeling a bit inadequate.

Chyeah, welcome to the club. Feels like every damn corner I turn I run into someone who can read minds, throw fire, or bend time.

[You can probably hear the eyeroll.]

Here's to bein' human, right?

I dunno, being able to throw fire might be kinda awesome. I don't know I'd want to bend time or read minds, especially considering the minds around here.

Ha.

[His barking laugh is a little unsettling, but that's because he's had plenty of mindtalk with people lately. Cas, at the very least. And he's pretty familiar with Philip's resident headvoice, in theory.]

We get enough of any kinda supernatural power where I'm from. It's just nice to talk to people who can't toast you nice 'n crispy.

Where're you from?

And don't worry, no chance I'm gonna roast you. Or mind read you or turn you into a slug or anything like that.

*Stabbing maybe.*

Born in Kansas. Drive all around the U.S. for work, though.

[Tim seemed okay when they first met. Dean is sort of doubtful that any homicidal fire-throwing will happen.]

Kansas is full of supernatural shit?

All of America is, dude. Pretty much the whole damn world. [A short laugh.] I hunt the stuff. Why, is it not like that where you're from?

You hunt it? Seriously?

Holy shit I'm talking to a real life vampire slayer.

Damn straight you are. [Dean chuckles.] But it ain't like Buffy.

Good. I didn't like that musical episode anyway.

Dude, no one liked the musical episode. And there's more than just vampires out there. Is the earth you come from normal?

Fuck. I don't know? What makes it normal?

I've never met a vampire back home but I'd probably be dead if I had so...

[He snorts.]

A lack of monsters makes it normal.

I didn't say we didn't have any, just that we didn't have vampires.

Whaddaya got, then? Maybe it's somethin' I've hunted before.

[OH, THE IRONY.]

*There's a long silence on the end of the line.*

You uh.... been in the woods here?

[The silence is so long that he almost starts talking before Tim cuts him off.]

...yeah.

[He swallows tightly.]

Wasn't a trip to grandmother's house the last time I went.

Yeahhh,...

That would be from where I'm from.

[...wait, what?]

The creepy-ass woods? You're from the creepy-ass woods?

No I'm not from the woods!!

But that thing is from my world.

...the...skinny dude...who looks like Doc Ock's sharp-dressed brother?

[What. Is. Life.]

*More silence*

Yeah.

[There's more silence for a moment. Then-]

...holy shit, dude. I've never even seen that thing where I'm from. I thought it was somethin' else, and went...

...went hunting it.