text; un impala67

[venatoris]

i've got no idea if this place has as much of a boner for offing us as the last one, but judging from the looks of it, i'm gonna go with yeah.

that said, if you're in trouble and you need a Hunter to come help kick some ass, ping me. if i'm close, i'll come.

[ look how benevolent, this is character growth™.

and now for some private messages; ]


private to ou!sam, au!sam, and au!cas--

sam, sammy, cas - i found the cabin. it looks different, but i can tell its ours. it's up in some district called ache - the impala's here, and so's bones and mr. ed. let me know if you need a pickup.

private to wanda maximoff--

hey. can i ask you a huge favor?

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[venatoris]

Yeah, you did. I'll still give you credit, don't worry.

No idea, but it's pretty bad, I agree. Could be worse. Least we're not in 'Feed'.

[beforetheverse]

Good, 'cus we know I was the one doing all the heavy lifting.

You sure 'Feed' isn't your kind of place? Maybe it's made of cheeseburgers and fries.

[Ah, look, he's lightly teasing. That's a good sign, huh?

Compared to the shell-shocked kid from before, in Deerington.]

[venatoris]

Shit, if it was made of cheeseburgers and fries, I'd be in heaven. Still hopin' to find a joint like that around here. The money I'd pay for an actual burger...

[beforetheverse]

I hate to be bad news, but.
I don't think 1990's America is going to happen a lot here.

[And yeah, he knows you're in the 1990's back home.

But also consider: you never left the 90's, Dean. Spiritually.]