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[The sound of the comm hitting the floor is the first thing that you can hear. Then what sounds like a herd of people jabbering in latin. Anyone who understands Latin will get snatches of conversation about the cake and who's to wake him up.
That's right, the author has organised a birthday party for Dean, and is not letting him sleep late and be all withdrawn as he would like to today. She's provided him with party guests that are correct for this time period. this means he's had women and male, young and old enter his room to give him an enthusiastic and hedonistic celebration.
The first noise actually made by Dean was] s'm, I swear to God if you poke me one-
[He broke off the mumbled and sleep-muzzed sentence as he realised two things:
(A) that it was not Sam poking him.
(B) Sam's not even here.]
What the hell are you doing in my room?!
[Which goes unanswered. They just start... well, you can't see what thy're doing, but Dean's protesting a little, and "Get off" is growled more than once. Then there's a pause before:] Look, if you're going to keep frigging touching me, at least let it be the la- WOAH. DON'T TOUCH ME THERE, I'M PRETTY DAMNED SURE THAT IS ILLEGAL.
.....And I don't even swing that way.
[He's been violated by the worst possible person, and he decides now would be a good time to call for rescue. He reaches for the blackberry and... realises... the damned thing has been recording.] Son of a- of course it would be. Damned thing, I'm gonna- [You never hear what he's going to do to the blackberry, because the record is turned off. Whether it's by him or someone else? Unclear.]
That's right, the author has organised a birthday party for Dean, and is not letting him sleep late and be all withdrawn as he would like to today. She's provided him with party guests that are correct for this time period. this means he's had women and male, young and old enter his room to give him an enthusiastic and hedonistic celebration.
The first noise actually made by Dean was] s'm, I swear to God if you poke me one-
[He broke off the mumbled and sleep-muzzed sentence as he realised two things:
(A) that it was not Sam poking him.
(B) Sam's not even here.]
What the hell are you doing in my room?!
[Which goes unanswered. They just start... well, you can't see what thy're doing, but Dean's protesting a little, and "Get off" is growled more than once. Then there's a pause before:] Look, if you're going to keep frigging touching me, at least let it be the la- WOAH. DON'T TOUCH ME THERE, I'M PRETTY DAMNED SURE THAT IS ILLEGAL.
.....And I don't even swing that way.
[He's been violated by the worst possible person, and he decides now would be a good time to call for rescue. He reaches for the blackberry and... realises... the damned thing has been recording.] Son of a- of course it would be. Damned thing, I'm gonna- [You never hear what he's going to do to the blackberry, because the record is turned off. Whether it's by him or someone else? Unclear.]