Sam Winchester (
onlytobenormal) wrote2012-01-02 09:33 pm
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a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((
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Candy and sea lions. What, do you want me to get you an ice cream after?
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[When their boat arrived, they filed onboard and Dean pulled Sam up to the top deck to look out over the water as they headed for the island.]
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Well, you've always been mine. So there.
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Yeah, yeah... I am. [He rolled his eyes affectionately, squeezing her hand in his.] Even the times you've been a jerk, man.
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I am not a jerk, bitch. [She answered, squeezing his hand back.] Fortunately, I love you anyway.
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[And thankfully, they were almost there and they could focus on sniffing out ghosts, not... stuff he was sure would be used as fuel for teasing later.]
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[As they entered the main cell block building, they passed a person handing out little headphone devices that would narrate a tour for each person. Dean glanced at Sam.] Tour or no tour?
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