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This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message.
This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message.
This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message.
This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message.
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[ Hope is a helluva mistake. Dean abandoned that and optimism a long time ago - but it's creeping back now, despite being buried and set aside in favor of sardonic humor and the reality of their world.
Funny how the tiniest weed can peek through the concrete, stretching towards the sun. ]
It'll work, Sammy. If anyone can translate that mess, you can.
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[He's of course the worser Sam, and the other is clearly better, and he kind of wishes you'd hover more toward him because you deserve a brother who can, you know, not get overtaken by the devil — but he's learned at this point that he can't get you to see reason, so.]
We've also got Cynthia Sodder to help translate, maybe.
And — a Wanda? Who I've heard rescued you from splatting on pavement?
[BRO.............]
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[ Look, Dean is an equal opportunity hover-er. He's helicoptering both of you, make no mistake. He's probably driving the other one just as nuts as he is you. ]
Oh yeah, Wanda's cool. [ bypassing the splatter, c-yaaaa ]
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[Nice try, he's still gonna take the shot... but he also completely accepts it, too, because it sounds about on par for a Winchester.]
By the way, I found replacement car parts for the passenger side of the Impala. Figured I'd bring a peace offering, in case I screwed up this conversation. Window cranks, wires, spark plugs. Figured I should pitch in somehow, since I'm still terrible with cars.
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[ ugh who is TELLING you this shit, dammit!! ]
Really? [ perk!! cause oh baby is a rusted mess he let die...and he is sure trying to revive his soul. ] Where'd you find them? Scrap yard?
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[So he says. But they've both nearly died more times than any of them can count. Hell, even in their teen years they've had some pretty unsavory close calls, regardless of Dad's involvement.]
Found 'em in an abandoned house. I think whoever used to live there enjoyed cars as ancient as yours.
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Hey, don't diss on Baby like that. She's ageless.
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[There's far too much fondness in that comment for it to be genuine teasing.]
... I'd ask you to show me how to fix the car more, but after this spell you'd have to reteach me anyway.
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Well. I don't mind showing you the ropes.
[ It's gonna be weird, having Sam forget all the stuff that's happened recently. But it's for the best he doesn't...remember all this trauma. ]
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[The healthy snark he's had lately is new, honestly.
He hasn't had the spirit to nurse it back to health for a really long time.]
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[ Dean likes seeing it, honestly. It feels good, the banter - like he's finally getting his brother back after all this time. ]
Does that make me Adam Sandler?
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I seem to remember you laughing pretty hard at Happy Gilmore and Waterboy.
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Anyway - you got my blessing. Anyone gives you shit, I'll kick their ass.
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A rare thing that at least gets less rare, the longer he's around his brother.]
The ass-kicking isn't necessary, Mr. Sandler, but I appreciate it.
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I make no promises, Ms. Barrymore.
[ he'll still kick their ass. ]