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I've done a full perimeter. Twice. Scouted all the floors. Twice. And without a single doubt in my mind, I can say that this is one of the most fucked up goddamn places I have ever been in my entire fucking life. Pardon my language.

Now I have seen some weird ass shit, but the shit roaming around here takes the cake, and I do not have nearly enough ammunition with me to keep control over whatever the hell keeps creeping around these halls. But I did find a fairly sturdy metal pipe in the basement that seems to be doing the trick more often than not. Got a good reach on it, good heft, nice solid structure. But it wouldn't hurt to have someone to cover my ass while I put together something a little more ranged that don't take bullets if you catch my drift.

One thing I can say about this shithole we found ourselves bunkered down in, though, is that the coffee ain't half bad. Kitchen might smell like a fucking morgue, but the coffee is perfectly fine. That helps keep the wheels going.

Dean, gone.
Cas, gone.
Eliot, gone.
Q, fucking gone.


Fuck my fucking life.

Uh....hello? Can anyone hear this? Mind explaining to me what the fuck is going on?