...Welp. This journal is kinda a spoiler for this week.

[baconandsnausages]

I knew this was coming the second you read those damned spoilers last week. But I guess it's not so bad, and hell knows it's a damned sight better than a lot of the shit you come up with.

Okay. I might even work with you on this one so long as you don't focus on the damned dog thing and make it way over the top. I'm not that bad. [He says as he's absently scratching at his head. Yeah, okay Dean. Also, tell that to the mailman.] And no, "Woof Woof, Bitches" won't be a catchphrase. ever. Especially not from me - don't even try.

Oh hey, one other thing. And make Sam give me bacon. Lots of bacon. I know you and his mun are like [He crosses his fingers over] that.

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[hunter_returns]

flash

Sam does not think you need that much bacon.

[Angelic headtilt] The mun is beginning to think I'm needed there to look after both of you.

[okay. Mainly you Dean.]

[baconandsnausages]

I don't care what Sam thinks about that. He's wrong. [Always. more. bacon.]

[He's got what he said to Sam about the chef on his mind - a matter of time before it completely took over. On the other hand... It'd be great if Sam wasn't sick. Especially trial sick. But this unnecessary appearance has him thinking. Thinking is not good.] The hell are you doing, Zeke? I thought you were supposed to be incognito and on important business only.

[hunter_returns]

Your brother worries about you, Dean.

The mun seems to think it is important. She is.. also looking for icons. Because after the incident with the clown, it sounds like Sam needs my protection as much as you do.

[baconandsnausages]

That has nothing to do with Bacon. [...He missed the point on that one.]

If she's looking for icons, it's probably more than just her think- [Waitasec. Icon so appropro] I don't need a babysitter, dude. And as for that clown, if I get my goddamned hands on him, he'll wish he was dead. [And then he will be]

[hunter_returns]

It has to do with your health.

You and Sam need protection. If not from the city, then from your muns. They seen to be more dangerous.

[baconandsnausages]

My health is fine. His won't be so good if he tries to start messing with my meat. It's bad enough I can't have chocolate anymore.

Uhh, hate to break it to you dude? But you can't do shit without her say-so either. [And then again.... not hating it quite so much either. Them's just the facts.]

[hunter_returns]

Your brother is concerned because he cares, Dean.

The mun however, simply wants to watch you squirm until you're forced to tell Sam the truth.

.. I am starting to agree with the assessment that I would have to protect you both from them.

[baconandsnausages]

[...sigh] Yeah, I know.

Trust me on this one: A mun is not something you can protect someone from. Been here long enough to learn this the hard way. And I know this mun long enough and well enough to know exactly what'll happen, or close enough. She'll have you kick around until I run out of excuses, have sam reject you, you'll have to find another body, and Sam'll almost die again. Or be left with some weird and not-so-fantastical side effects from kicking you out. [He's going to flick his eyes over your head. GO ON SAM'S MUN, TELL HIM HE'S WRONG.]

[hunter_returns]

... actually it seems Gabriel accomplished most of this already. Forcing you to tell the truth before your brother discovered it from another. Sam needed to hear it from you, Dean.

[baconandsnausages]

I was there, I don't need that piece of frigging crap recounting for me thank you very much. [He might be grumpy over this one for a while. Okay, maybe not so much with the 'might'.]

And don't you start making bullshit excuses for him either. [He had no right.]