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badfic_reloaded2011-05-17 08:19 pm
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[there's some fiddling - Mobile phones were accessible to him usually, but not this fancy, so he's not all that familiar with this one's functions. Dean looks a little different this morning - He's his seventeen year old self.]
...This is not the motel. [Then something occurs to him.]
...Sammy? [there's a nice shot of the cieling as he goes into the hallway, and you can hear "SAMMY" yelled down the hall, before he comes back in and picks it up.]
Who ever took my brother? I'll find you, and I'll rip your lungs out.
[and with that promise, the communicator is turned off and put in his pocket, and there's a young, pissed off Dean stalking the halls.]
...This is not the motel. [Then something occurs to him.]
...Sammy? [there's a nice shot of the cieling as he goes into the hallway, and you can hear "SAMMY" yelled down the hall, before he comes back in and picks it up.]
Who ever took my brother? I'll find you, and I'll rip your lungs out.
[and with that promise, the communicator is turned off and put in his pocket, and there's a young, pissed off Dean stalking the halls.]