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He grasped Dean's hand and pulled himself up, gun in tow. It was part of the job, getting smacked around like this. And whilst he was thankful his son had his back, it still never made it any easier for him. At the question, he huffs, straightening himself up as he moves back towards the hallway.

~Dean

" wait a minute . . . you don't like cats!? "

" your mind really goes to the most barbaric instead of the most logic , doesn't it ? " an eyebrow raised as she stood next to him , eyes glued to the book she held . still , nothing about opening rifts to other worlds . and the longer they were stuck , the more frustrated she grew . " we can't murder lucifer . . . . " she glanced up before the corner of her lips formed into a smirk . " at least not yet . we need his grace . rowena is working on a spell . and i'm trying to find alternatives just in case her way , bites us in the ass. " because even though she's known the witch for a long time now , davina knew her ways . and sometimes , prices were paid with her spells.

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"Eah I- uh-" Trevor chuckles as he's sized up by his new hunting partner. "I was like twenty..." he admits, adjusting the bag of weapons on his back so it sat comfortably.

"I was at a party, and these demons-" he shakes his head, thinking about how this whole thing actually started for him. Why is it still going.

Sam lets the wallet and keys bounce off his chest and fall to the bed in front of him, where Dean is currently splayed out like he's dying. Yes, he's heard the old adage that guys are like giant dramatic babies when they're sick, but that's not usually the case for either of them because... well it couldn't be. This life didn't afford them that luxury.

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