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Click. Click. Click. Pause and glance at the clock. 10:53 PM. Smiling a bit, you paused and glanced down at the seven to eight pound, four-month-old puppy resting in your lap. "Ros-ka." You grumbled, mimicking the Russian accent you'd heard from Google Translate (which you totally weren't playing around with in your boredom) and smiling as he randomly made a squeak-like-noise, ignoring you. "I can't type with your head on my arm." No response; just more shifting about and getting comfortable. At least he moved his head. Sighing and chuckling, you returned to your computer-based adventures. Also known as Poptropica. Humming along to

Reality hurts - Dean x Reader x Sam If someone had said reality hurt then he sure as hell was not in Dean Winchester's shoes right now. Cause, oh boy, reality did hurt. Really hard. Reality sucked. Dean didn't know how he had gotten in this kind of situation. In this reality. He couldn't believe it and nor did he want to. Cause if he did believe what everyone else claimed to be true, claimed to be reality; the one and only reality; then, well, he might as well go screw himself. It all felt so unbelievable now that he thought back everything, from the beginning... ~*~ Flashback ~*~ It was just another case. Simple for that matter. Just a