Dude, I'm batman

[The camera flickers on to show an incredibly drunk, angry and broken Dean. He's at the deity building with a sawed off shotgun. It's clear to anyone that knows him that he's been through Hell--is still going through Hell and it's not the kind he suffered for 40 years. It's worse. This is the kind of Hell he'd sell his soul along with every other soul on earth to keep away.]

COME ON YOU SUNNVABITCHES! THIS WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL!

[He backs away from the front door of the deity office and fires a rock salt loaded shot at the door.]


[ooc: Deities, I'm well aware this may incur some wrath. I'm okay with whatever the deities feel the need to do to him. Residents who want to try and talk him down are welcome. He may or may not respond to the device]

So what, November we gave blood to appease something bigger than the deities. This month some of us won the lottery and are giving up memories. Guess we're gonna start stoning people or tying them up so some fugly scarecrow can kill us next.

[At last count Dean has been jerked around by God, several angels, Lucifer, Michael, the Crossroads demon, Ruby, Lilith a couple of demons and the people in the town with the apple pie--that's just a rough estimate. The jest of it? He's sick and tired of it. This place he likes. This place is a couple of notches better than home in his opinion But (you knew there was going to be one) there's only so much he'll take lying down. The blood thing started him thinking. He knows a little about sacrifices and what you pay them to. The recent rash of memory loss is just making him think this is another sacrifice to appease something bigger than the deities.]

[Vain attempt to filter away from the deities]

You know what? This is bullshit. We give up blood, memories and they fuck with us 24/7. Pretty sure the balance is screwed. I'm not jonsing to get home but I'm damn sure tired of being jerked around. Anyone else feel that way?