"Buzz off, man," the guy growls, tall but skinny, greasy hair held back with a rubber band, glancing back at Dean with a scowl as he progresses on the blonde in front of him. "We're busy, a'ight?"

There's a noise behind him, like a balloon being blown up. The man frowns and turns back to the girl.

And screams, tearing out of the alley, while a voice calls [Aww, what's wrong, sweetheart?]


It isn't hard to see what the guy had screamed at either. The blonde hair is still there, long and silky, but the head is-- wrong, eyes taking up more than two-thirds of her head, broken into a million pieces of compounded blue, her lips merged together and protruding slightly like... like...

Like Rachel coming out of a creepy ass morph with a roll of her now-human eyes.