dudeimbatman: ([Sam] Dorks on the loose)
[Dean leans forward , his elbows going to his knees. He's sitting on a bed in a bedroom. Not surprisingly the bed is rumpled. He doesn't make beds. His hair is sticking up all over the place and he'd never admit it but he's feeling a little worse for the wear.

However, Sam is feeling worse than he is which means Dean isn't going to pass up the chance to jerk his chain. The camera pans over to Sam's bed where Sam is still in bed but clearly awake. The camera pans back to Dean who is grinning like an idiot. Clearly it is the 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' grin.]


Anybody ever hear of a two day hangover?

Go to hell [This is growled/groaned by the Sam shaped lump still in bed]

Been there. Got the tee shirt. Rooms suck.

[ooc: Sam decided to outdrink the world on his birthday two days ago. Dean is pretty sure he has a two day old hangover. Sam may answer some of these tags.]
dudeimbatman: (I'm thinkin bullshit)
Called God a dick
Called God an asshole
Called God an asswipe
Killed Santa


Know what? This is bullshit.

Dear Cas:

Bring me a bottle of whiskey for Christmas.

Love Dean.
dudeimbatman: (Whiskey)
[Dean is sitting at the bar with an empty glass and a half a bottle of whiskey. He's watching the network instead of paying attention to anything else. He remembers this day and he dreads it and he looks forward to it. There's never any telling who will show up. Finally after a great deal of contemplation he picks the device up]

No. I don't do full frontal. No matter what the Asswipe who writes the books say.

[He considers a moment then amends]

Okay sometimes I do full frontal but not by request.

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