My name's Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I like sunsets, long walks on the beach... and frisky women. And frisky men. And frisky aliens. I like frisky anything.
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His legs hung haphazardly off the edge of the roof, and he just stared down at the ground. 15 stories was enough to kill a man, right?
Dean hiccuped, tossing the empty bottle behind him and groaning. “I’m done. I’m so fucking done.” The hunter grumbled to himself.
It was nighttime, about 11 pm. And Dean was sick. Of everything.