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[When Dean fires up his phone, he's sat in Bobby's house, rather than the Bunker. He's looking a little less worn out but he's obviously not in a good mood, even if he's trying to fake that he is. His voice is a little overly relaxed to be genuine and the almost half-empty bottle of whiskey just in view explains a lot for his mood.]
Now things are coolin' off, Singer Salvage is back open for business. [He lifts a cup of coffee, sipping it and setting it back down.] This is also to remind folks that Bill And John's Range is still out there, and we're still selling weapons and training anyone who wants it. If you can't get hold of me, call Jo. She's probably gonna treat you better than I am right now, anyway.
[He sighs, looking down at a book he's got open in front of him.] Also, uh... if I seemed kinda off to anyone recently, sorry about that. I wasn't really myself. [He wasn't; he was possessed by his little brother's ghost. His life is a downward spiral of codependency and insanity.]
So, yeah... that's about it. If anyone needs me I'll be bashing my brains in with one of these books.