net.

What's a girl gotta do to get a drinkin buddy around here?

Son. Of. A. Bitch. What the hell.

Should I even ask?

Cas told me that you both trust Meg enough to consider her an ally. Not trying to start a fight, but I was kinda hoping that you'd be willing to tell me why. More importantly, I want to make sure that everyone in this hotel is safe from her.

I get that I missed a few years, so if you tell me that she's safe, I'm going to trust you on that until she proves otherwise. I can't promise to like it, but I'm willing to trust for now if you say she's okay.

( Private to Buffy )

Um, I'm glad that I don't have to keep wearing the same clothes that I die in arrived in, but who snuck in my room and filled my closet? Also, how the hell did you know my size? Because that's just kind of creepy.

...Huh. Guess I can cross off blacking out and waking up in Las Vegas off the list. Always figured there'd be more shame and a hangover involved.

Silver lining? No ring, means I managed to avoid the drive thru wedding chapels.

Anyone seen my overgrown brother? Mighta mistaken him for Sasquatch.

Dean

Sam

I've reprogrammed one of the slot machines on the Casino level to hit the jackpot every 15th spin.  Happy hunting.

Funny, I can't remember Las Vegas being so freaky the last time I was here. Why don't people talk?

Is Vegas the new Mystic Falls?

Tequila and guilt don't mix, just saying. Sorry everyone.

I don't think there is enough alcohol in the world to erase what I heard yesterday.

This is better than the hole I've been kept in certainly and plenty of leg room, but I do seem to have a small issue. So, anyone out there have any experience in removing handcuffs? I promise, you do me a solid and I'll return the favor.

I must have hit my head really fucking hard.

Does this place just keep getting weirder or is that me?

Living in a hotel is pretty different compared to what I'm used to.

Going to head out and check things out today, I think.

Whatever else is wrong with this place, at least they're accommodating. It's good to look like myself again.

As much as I love Vegas, I really don't appreciate being kidnapped.

People usually forget what happens in Vegas; I get the luxury of not remembering before it.

I guess that makes me ahead of the curve.

Not sure if this is some cruel joke or simply another all too vivid dream.

Granted, I don't think I would fabricate people like this.