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i’LL GET BACK OVER HERE FOR THAT OPEN SHORTLY I PROMISE apparently signing onto john made dean want to send bad jokes to every one i’m --

          ‘ you            lost it? ‘

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            ‘       come again? ‘

it takes him a second to swallow, to  digest, once he moves his attention from knocking the dirt off his boot to the young woman standing before him         whatever coat of steel he’d donned prior to makin’ his way through these doors melts quick. he props up a smile, though, a faint one, before, uh, before glancing to the side.  looking back, john avoids the question. there’s a soft clearing of the throat.                   ❛ ellen wouldn’t happen                    to be around, would she? ❜

                                                                                                    I’M SORRY, MARY.                                                                                     PRESERIES J. WINCHESTER

' yeah, well, you know how the sayin' goes        better to mix pleasure with gin than business.   heard you have a contact or two under your    sleeve, though.                              someone you might, uh,                        put me in touch with? '

      ' unfortunately                            heard you were the man to see. ' 

      ' There somethin' I can help you with? '

       "      Does that mean it's my lucky day?"

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