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[Poll #1353123]


Huh. Just realised that, essentially, Dean Winchester is just too pretty for God to let him die. XD

Comments

[innerbrat]

I'm a woman, and in my biased opinion, not evil. So Of COURSE I'd die.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

I would totally do none of those things, because I am a huge pansy and refuse even to be in a dark bathroom lest Bloody Mary decide she doesn't need to be invoked to come leaping out of the mirror to claw out of my eyes. I would just be one of the poor helpless people who has to suffer because of the stupidity of the person who cast the spell/awakened something evil/did something to bring about the creation of a vengeful spirit that decides to bring its vendetta to the wider world.

Or I would be possessed, because I am one of those completely ordinary-looking people whom you would never suspect of harboring an ancient evil.

[skygiants]

See, that is one reason why I do not watch. :( Not only am I a woman (although at least not a blonde), I am possessed of no common sense when it comes to things like 'walking home by myself at night!' I would be toast SO FAST and that is just depressing to be reminded of every week.

[bookwench31.livejournal.com]

I'm going with I wouldn't die. That's why I watch SPN, so that I can be prepared. And what have I learned? Listen to the pretty, pretty men who show up with a trunk full of rock salt, they seem to know what they are doing.

Also I live by the rule: "Shoot it in the head!"

[mercuriazs.livejournal.com]

I would die. *gloomy* I'm a college girl.

But at least I'm not blonde!

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't die. I'd be in the back of a bar somewhere, not talking to the Winchesters, because boys are scary!

...>_>

[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

Oh, I didn't understand the last question - I'd die because I'd die of fright. I wouldn't do any of the poll things because I'd be too frightened, except for the decrepit cabin thing, because I'd been in desperate need. I am actually quite afraid even to walk across my own living room in the dark.

[khyrra.livejournal.com]

I have, sadly, actually done the running up the stairs thing. The store where I worked was robbed at gunpoint, and a salesman ran through the back office where I worked yelling, "let's go!" So I went. I got halfway up the stairs into the warehouse when I realized that a) I was running up the stairs into a place with no other exit, b) It was unlikely that the man cleaning out our cash register either cared about me or was even aware I had been back there, and c) I was blindly following a man I had already identified as an idiot. So I stopped, called 911, and went back down. He was, in fact, already gone. One of our other coworkers had hilariously tried to chase him down the street after the fact. :D