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Okay, this isn't funny! Where am I, and where is my husband?

((fake!Ruby, a la 6.15, "The French Mistake"))

Might as well get this out of the way All I have to say is, I'm glad I have a downstairs apartment. Otherwise, I might have been obligated to want the communal situation back and that is not happening.

[Tessa]
You'd tell me if you were ever going to go and collect my brother, yeah?

[Sammy (1)]
Hey. How're you feeling? Need anything?

[Amy]
Hey. How're you? Need anything?

[Private]
I really just want to get shit faced and hide from the world. I'm not cut out for this shit. This isn't how wanted to reconcile things with Sammy. Is this even a real reconciliation? Or will things go back to the way it was, once he's better?

I'm so glad that's over and done with. Not that it wasn't a whole load of fun, but I'm glad to have my own place again.

( Lisa )

( Ben )

( Other Sammy )

Anyone who makes me work overtime while we're all stuck in hippy-ville better do some soul searching first. Or I'll do it for them, and it won't be pretty.

I want to go to the pub tonight. Ugh.

Off-license it is, then. I need a lot of vodka.

People just cannot catch a break here, can they?

First those Angels, and now this? Granted, I know I will appreciate my room so much better when and if it ever returns. Makes me wonder if wards will work in this situation. Hmm..

Anytime this wants to end, that would be great. I'm tired of sleeping with one eye open.

( Filtered to 'his' Dean )

( Filtered to the 'other' Dean )

I've seen a lot of things in my time but mistletoe that attacks? Definitely a new one.

( Filtered to (his)Dean )

( Filtered to Amy )

Sam. I'm not good at this. You know I don't know how to...maybe you don't know. You've been gone for so long. You don't know anything about me, do you? I'm not 20, you're not fifteen. I don't know how to do this, Sam. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. You were the sensitive one, I remember that. But I don't know you. I don't know you, Sam. And I don't know how to handle that.

[OOC: Blank message sen to Sam (1)'s PDA.]

Sammy, you want to tell me anything?

It's weird, getting settled here. Part of me doesn't want to, because it feels too much like giving up on home. But part of me just wants to make the best of this. I don't want to put my life on hold just because I'm here. It's just a weird situation overall.

Still, can't dwell too much on that, I guess. And it definitely puts things into perspective to have a three year old who is way more concerned with getting to go out for Halloween than she is about the rest of this situation.

Okay. Enough is enough. Halloween's tomorrow, right? Yeah. So I figure all these assorted ghouls are going to go away after that. But until then? We need to make sure the city's safe for the kids to go trick or treating.

I haven't seen many kids. Definitely more bad cult movie monsters out there, than there are kids. Doesn't matter. I'm going to do something about it, and all you self righteous idjits can form a line to take it up with me, after I deal with the monsters terrorising the city.

A little help would be appreciated. I'm looking at you, Sam.

Dean? I can only assume that where there's trouble there's a Winchester, so you'd better be here. Not that I'm blaming you.

Seriously?

I get sucked in to yet another alternate reality and all I get is a Mission Impossible style note?

Screw that 'certain demise'. I'm not sticking around.

What the hell is this?

Greatest wishes? Fondest desires?

Right now my greatest wish and fondest desire is to know where my husband is!

I've got a three year old who is scared and upset and someone had better explain this mess right now.