Doors

[To Michael D]

Your present was delivered.

[Triggery violence warning.]

This one prays a lot. Why didn't I see that coming?

Has anyone had their Alters invade their dreams? Or influence them? Or am I the oddity in all of this?

[Public]

God, it's good to be back.  The Roadhouse is weirdly empty though.  Also, it wasn't quite where I was expecting to show up.  At least all my guns are here, and my stuff.  Gonna get to cleaning then, and making sure everything's in order.

Oh and Dean? Sorry, but you should've known I wouldn't wait.

[Posted from Lucifer. His writing has a certain flourish, and the words seem to burn on the page.]

I'm baaack.

And here I thought I'd be stuck in that pit for another millennium or two. Funny how things work out, huh? Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not mad. Think of this as a second chance, a fresh start... end of the world, take two. This time we'll get it right. I believe in you.

To the lovely lady all dolled up in blood and the printed word: drop me a line, sweetheart.

[Public]

I suppose this would count as the calm after the storm. Boring Everyone's largely recovered from the masquerade, I hope? Tell me all your stories, peonsWait your turn, please

[Call to Kellan Z., from an untraceable number.]

Ring.

[Locked to Meredith J.]

How's Vegas treating you so far?

[as dean w.]

Why is it that it's Vegas on the side of this door that I'm not on? That's just not fair. Seriously not fair. Think of all the women I'm not getting a chance to meet.

I mean, I could drive there, but it's literally three feet away from me if I could just walk through this door and maintain control over my own body. Which is a really shitty situation. I'm sure you can all agree.

[ ... ] Also. Sam, if you're out there, tell me you're okay you put a dent in my car. Prepare for retaliation.

[His handwriting is scratchy and thin and messy and so very boyish. Posted by Andrew M.]

I leave Vegas for one weekend and you guys decide to throw a party without me? Not on, but at least some of you learned your lesson. There ain't no real shindig unless a Mumford's involved.

[call to maren w.]
Ring!