Dean sat in the Impala air-drumming out AC/DC on the premium vinyl steering wheel. Boredom had gripped his mind shortly after Sammy had left him, and now he had lost track of time and was doing whatever he could from going into a comatose of dullness. His vision focused on the large university library he was currently parked in front of, then to the large clock that clearly stated it was 5pm. Wait, what? He rubbed his tired eyes and checked again. Yup, still 5pm. Sam had been in the library for 5 hours. He swore his nerdy brother could get a hard on from research or anything of the dorky nature. He needed to learn books do not equal masturbation material.

"God, he really really needs to get laid soon..."

Speaking of getting laid A giggling group of frat girl hotties walked past the car staring at Dean. He leaned out the window giving the group his most debonair smile, all the while checking out the middle one. She was seriously begging for it. Maybe if he could ever put hunting behind him he should enroll in college? Maybe he'd even join a kick ass frat. It'd be nice to party all day while being surrounded by hot college girls.



(Roleplay journal for

I do not own Dean Winchester or the Impala. _{although I do wish I owned the Impala.}

Just a small something I wrote up so I didn't look like a lamer with no Roleplay example. Once the group get's more people I'll write a proper journal once it's figured out where we'll be series wise.)