Okay ... let's see if I can do this.  I've been having some difficulties with LJ lately.

Oh ... and it should be noted that I actually wrote this AFTER watching Family Remains and BEFORE I watched Criss Angel, the timing of it comes inbetween the two.  If that makes sense.  Um ... also ... I've kinda alluded to the party I threw last year.  If you want to read that ... I managed to salvage it before the heathen at TVG got busy with the wrecking ball.  Just let me know.

Oh ... and one other thing ... I'm gonna try to post over at the BFZ but I've not really been there before and I'm not sure how that will work, so if you don't see it there and think there are some TVG people there who might enjoy it ... well ... help a Keeper out??  :-) 

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( But if all goes smoothly, you should be able to enter the Sanitarium's Party Room HERE )

(This is a tradition that I started on my TVGuide blog with Dean's birthday in 2007.  For Dean and Sam I write a special story.  For Jensen and Jared I put together a little game.  I decided to post this here for my friend Sarie and any other Jared/Sam devotees that might want to party as well.)

Party!

Party!

Party!

Yes, it’s that time. It’s time to gather around and have some fun as we open up the Sanitarium’s Party Room and celebrate the birthday of a certain dark haired giant of a young man. By now, most of you know the drill … Dean and Sam get special stories for their birthdays. Jensen and Jared get party games. (I have to insert right here that I am SO INCREDIBLY GLAD that it is Jared’s birthday today and not Sam’s. I don’t believe I could write what that particular birthday would be like during this particular hiatus. Yikes!) Going with tradition, I have a little Jared themed Supernatural Party Game of dialogue fun, mixed with a few visual aids, that I hope you will all enjoy. 

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 The room was dark when he entered, the light from the motel sign illuminating him from behind. Silently he glanced around, noting the papers strewn over the end of the bed … noting that the bed was empty … BOTH beds were empty. Glancing over to the table, it’s laminate surface covered by an open laptop, small printer, and a dark shaggy head lying on the hand of an arm crooked at what appeared to be a really awkward (and painful) angle. Grimacing slightly at the sight, he noted that the other hand was resting on the keyboard, the light white blue cast from the computer screen shining softly on the long fingers.

Shaking his head, he sighed and placed the plastic sack he carried down on the floor inside the door before he closed it and made his way to the table. Noting the obscure writings on the computer screen and the gruesome picture beside the printer, he blanked his mind of “what ifs” and shook the young man’s shoulder.

“’mon Dude … time to rise and shine!”

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