Dean muttered to himself, this day had been pretty much crap again, he still couldnt quite get the hang of incinerating things he couldnt see yet, and he scorched an eyebrow... again... He decided to go to the park, and check things out there. Suddenly, he heard a voice sing. Wondering what it could be, he went to the swings, seeing a girl in a strait jacket on the swing, and another one on the bench, cigarette packets on the ground near her. He nodded at the second one, looking at the one on the swing thoughtfully. "So, whats her story?" he asked.
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