24: [Video] Traveling Riverside Blues

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[At first, Dean had thought that the dream he had a couple nights before was just weird.  Clockwork dolls, inky-black demon eyes - it was bad mojo.  Things are changing around him, and for the most part it doesn't bother him too much.  He expects it, now, because this mansion is screwed to Hell and back and there's very little that surprises Dean anymore.

Except for when he takes a walk outside, and his tranquility is promptly ruptured by the sight of his car.  Sure, he's been dwelling on the lack of transportation recently, but still.

His car.

An excited video message from a Dean Winchester that hasn't genuinely smiled in months is being broadcasted, and he'd love to share his obsession one true love beautiful lady with all of you.]

Dude.  Dude.  My- guys, I can't even...seriously, it's just- it's my baby.  She's here, and she's beautiful, and she's so goddamn perfect.  You all gotta come down and see her.

[He suddenly wonders if he can project miles of endless highway if he thinks about it hard enough.  It's worth a shot.

Dean is so ecstatic that he doesn't even know who he's advertising this information to.]

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[Dean's cracks up and raises the volume.

He imagines some coolkid shades.

Now he's wearing them.]

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Droog lacks the cartilage necessary to wear sunglasses, but hey, he's a pretty cool guy even without them. He smiles and settles back in his seat.
He can't make it fully dark outside, but the daylight might get a little dimmer, nearer to the purples and golds of evening.

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[And then they drove into the sunset.

By which the narration means that they drove until Dean's imaginary Midwestern hills turned into scraggly desert brush and cliff edges, and he pulls over on the side of one to stare at a permanently-fixed sunset.]

I saw this when I was six, man.

[Dean is quiet.]

...You don't see many sunsets like this one.