Dean - [he paused, just staring at the road, frowning. He didn't really feel much like playing games right now, didn't know if they'd be able to bluff their way through it with the way Dean was zoning out over there. Or maybe they could, but that still left a conversation they needed to have before Dean left.]
You think we could really - make whatever this is work?
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You think we could really - make whatever this is work?