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Dean Whinchester ([personal profile] keepfightin) wrote2037-06-29 10:04 pm

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[personal profile] symptomatic 2019-04-02 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ For the most part, Remy's been giving the housing situation a wide berth. Advantages of working at the hospital. The food's better there, and the showers are about the same, but most of it's to do with the privacy of it all. Dreams come and go, but even in different universes, apparently nightmares stay the same. Better to suffer those by yourself than wake up your brand new roommate. It's just the considerate thing to do, so her nights have been spent sleeping in tiny cramped beds than back at her assigned spot.

It's been about a week. She's met Dean, and he seems, you know. Fine. They talked, someone said something sarcastic, she laughed.

It doesn't really explain the text at some ridiculously irresponsible time now. Say, 3am or so:
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Hey.
Dean.

You awake?
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[personal profile] symptomatic 2019-04-03 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
I'm going to assume you know someone in the Up, not spending all your time trying to fuck that blonde with the C cup in our building.

I need you to get me something.


[ That's not ominous at all. ]
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[personal profile] symptomatic 2019-04-04 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
That's not what she told me.

Glutathione, B12, CoQ10. Supplements, mostly. I can pay.
Edited 2019-04-04 04:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] symptomatic 2019-04-04 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
She wasn't that quiet.

Yeah, Dean. I'm building a bomb out of supplements for anti-inflammatories and neurodegenerative aids.