Dude, I'm batman

[Dean standing in a throng of girls. He's got both hands out and he's trying to make some space for himself.]

Alright, ladies. If you'll just step back, give me your names and we'll go from there. There's plenty of me to go around.

[One girl shoves her way through and hands him a marker. She pulls aside the strap of her tank top.]

Why yes, I will sign your breast. Anyone else here with that same request?

[Unsurprisingly Dean is in the Impala. It's parked right now and he's playing Metallica on the cassette player. He's got the device kind of pointed up from the seat but he's not looking at it. He's staring somewhere near the floorboard and absently drumming on the steering wheel with both fingers. Clearly he meant to turn the device on, he's just sort of lost for what he wants to say right now. After a little while he clears his throat, turns the music down and sort of looks at the device]

So yesterday I went out for pie. Sunnyside Bakery has awesome apple pie and as far as I know they've never sacrificed anyone for it. That's not the point. Anyway there was this chick in there buying Key Lime pie. Don't get me wrong, Key Lime pie is okay. It's one of those cold pies though and in my opinion pie ought to be warm with ice cream. Anyway, I tried to stop her. You know good deed and all that because the Key Lime just doesn't measure up to the apple. I was too late. She bought the Key Lime pie and I can't help thinking I failed in my pie duties.

So if you've seen a hot blonde with some sort of weird long dress thing on--swear on pie, she looked like...I don't know one of those medieval porns before anyone takes their clothes off. Okay so she had on more clothes. Not busting out of her corset and all that. What the hell is a corset even? If you've seen her, let me know. I'd like to correct the whole pie mistake.

[ooc: Missed connections for Rosella but anyone is more than welcome to chime in]

[The device is sitting on an end table and it shows Dean snuggled up with his arms around a tiny blonde. Both the blonde and Dean are clothed. In fact he's taken to sleeping in sweats.]

Dean, Sweetheart, it's time to wake up.

[Dean snuffles a bit, yawns and untangles himself from the blonde but he doesn't sit up just yet. He's used to being awoken by dreams]

Sweetheart, you're going to miss it if you don't wake up. I'll have to return without seeing you.

[That makes too much sense for him to ignore so he sits up, scrubbing his face with both hands as he gets off the bed and pads over to the window.]

Mom?

[His voice is quiet. He doesn't want to wake up the blonde]

Just out here, Sweetie. Hurry

[Dean slides open the window, leaning out to look for the source of the voice. He knows this voice. He's heard it in his dreams so many times; heard it in the past; heard it in Heaven and now he's heard it here]

Mom...I can't--where are you?

Just here, Dean. Lean out a bit further

[And he does, fingers curling tight on the sill]

Alright. So we're all pretty aware shit's gotten real. Stay inside and according to the lore [Yes he's talking about the bible] if you go get one of those lambs, kill it and smear some blood over a doorway, you oughta be safe. I know. Poor friggin' lamb. Gotta say given the choice between saving a lamb and saving my own very pretty ass I'm gonna pick me every time. There's a reason those things are untouched. Use it.

Things are only going to get more fun.