'Beer? Fine, honestly? I'm just hoping you're not fucking with my head Sam. This whole town fucks with my head,' he said with a slight sigh. He was tired, damn tired and just not sure what the hell to think anymore. There was stuff up with Sam that bothered him and they never really spoke about. Now this...
This was just, he didn't know. It was bizarre, even for them. Now somehow he was certain that this was a Trickster's world. Although, he didn't remember doing anything to piss the Trickster off lately. Maybe the creature was bored, but Dean tried some way to find a gap or rift it everything, but couldn't. It was perfect. The people, their problems...it was normal.