KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

••You look to the door and yell, “Come in!” Out steps Dean, who just stares at you blankly.••

••You, laying in sweats and a comfortable jacket, have your hair wrapped tightly in velcro hair rollers and your face covered with a face mask. You’re wearing cute bunny slippers and you have snacks in reach. Your TV was playing a movie, and you have a few VHS tapes laid about around you and your TV and couch in case you want to watch a certain movie.••

••”Woah! Sorry, am I interrupting something? I didn’t mean to intrude on your little satanic ritual,” Dean spoke, looking bewildered. He looks like he’s never seen a person before. He smiled a bit, nonetheless, taking in your silly appearance.••