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Hello, I'm Your Mind, Giving You Someone To Talk To.
Who: Willard Stiles (tear_it_up) and Sam Winchester (demonboyking)
What: Rise and shine in your happy new home, gentlemen.
Where: 208 Cherry Lane
When: Day One, 10:17 A.M.
Rating: PG for confuzzlement.
Status: Closed and Active.



Hate filling his watery blue eyes, he dropped the bag with its concealed trap onto the monstrous rat.

"That's it for you Ben!" He shrieked, pointing his finger accusingly at the paper bag as he backed away from it. "I loved Socrates, but I... HATE.... YOU!!!!"

There was a cool plaster wall against his cheek. He opened his eyes, glancing around furtively before giving a quavery, nervous, relieved laugh. He'd fallen out of bed and had apparently ended up under his window. When he turned, though, it certainly didn't appear that way. This wasn't his room, and there was no bed in it. The only thing in the room was a small, plastic box, containing a pair of tube socks, a journal and pen, some mint-flavored tic-tacs, and a little key.

"Ahhh.... hello..." he called, in his characteristically nervous voice. He opened the door, peering out into what appeared to be a very empty, unfurnished living area. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm ready to confess... I killed him... OK? It was... it was me. And Ben. Just... just please tell me where I am? Hello?"