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Magic Fingers and Lost Memories [Open]
Dean made an interesting discovery in the cubbie beds of the Sleeping Hall. Creepy as the beds were, the pulsing walls were remarkable a lot like the Magic Finger beds in some of the motels he and Sam used to stay in. So he spent part of the time earlier rocking out to Led Zeppelin on one of the beds.
Now he was casually cleaning his guns in the Hangar, leaning against the Impala, clearly well experienced and efficient in his actions. Quietly singing 'Ramble On' as he did so.
Sometimes he'd glance around to keep track of his surroundings. It was quiet now, but that didn't mean there couldn't be a new threat somewhere. Sometimes he'd look upward. Soon, had to be soon. He had to ask Stacey for them. He had to get his memories back of what happened when he was grabbed. He had to know for sure if he and Sammy were free from being worn to the end of the world prom or not.
Now he was casually cleaning his guns in the Hangar, leaning against the Impala, clearly well experienced and efficient in his actions. Quietly singing 'Ramble On' as he did so.
Sometimes he'd glance around to keep track of his surroundings. It was quiet now, but that didn't mean there couldn't be a new threat somewhere. Sometimes he'd look upward. Soon, had to be soon. He had to ask Stacey for them. He had to get his memories back of what happened when he was grabbed. He had to know for sure if he and Sammy were free from being worn to the end of the world prom or not.