29: [Audio] Counting Bodies Like Sheep

[dashboardlite]

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

He types because he can. Not to send, just...to type. Dean isn't sure when it really started. Maybe when he woke up. Maybe it was always there. Maybe it's just cabin fever, the stress of being stuck in one place for too long. Being trapped. Trapped. Trapped.

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

It feels to wrong to just...jusssssssssst just sit around. Waiting. Waiting. People to see. Places to go. Rooms to visit. The hallways are filthy with the promising stench of blood, so much blood he can taste it. I'm not gonna hurt you, no, no, I'd never, I'm just gonna bash your brains in, sweetheart, just hold sti-

All work and no play makes Dean a |

He switches the radio on, clears his throat, and becomes the dull boy.

"Hey! There anyone out there? It's Dean." He sighs, careful not to oversell the act. "The hallways are pretty tricked out, and I got a feeling that none of this is gonna end well for any of us since it ain't like we've got any clues yet. I'm thinkin' we oughta stick together to stay safe. If anybody needs help, radio me. I've dealt with almost everything, so we might as well be prepared."

All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy.

"Over and out."

Comments

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[That is...hnnnnnnnthat visual is attractive.

Dean checks his watch and curses.]

...fuck. I gotta schedule to keep.

[He creeps closer and invades the personal space bubble again, this time with his face in hers.]

Be a good girl and fight the good fight, hm?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[She pouts a little, but it's short-lived before she's smirking again.]

Next one I do, I'll dedicate it to you. [She pats his cheek for emphasis, turning the touch into a slight caress. Her smirk widens to a grin.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I like the way you think.

[Smiling crookedly (Read: manically), Dean leans in and kisses her.]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[APPROVED. And if they didn't have other places to be, other people to kill, she'd definitely be trying to keep this going to more interesting places.]