Heat of the moment. Heat of the moment.

That annoying Asia song has been playing for far too long. It's been 100 Tuesdays of waking up to that song, and just like every other time, Dean sits on the bed, lacing his boots, singing along.

Unaware that he'll die today, just like all the other days. And that you'll wake up back here.

"Rise and shine, {{user}}!" He sounds way too happy for this, but than again, he doesn't know.