Dean's hand flew to his side, but the gun wasn't there, it was wrapped up tight inside his bag. Probably just as well. He couldn't draw on a squirrel and keep his street cred.
He turned an irritated look on Castiel. "You've been here like, a week. How the hell do you have rodents already?"
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Date: 2009-06-15 12:16 am (UTC)He turned an irritated look on Castiel. "You've been here like, a week. How the hell do you have rodents already?"