"He did what?" Dean followed Neil's brief gaze to the bar, expression suddenly as pinched as the set of Sam's shoulders. That wasn't like Sam, he'd always been the one with social graces. Try as he might, Dean couldn't picture him telling Neil to fuck off. "Why?"
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Date: 2009-10-25 10:11 pm (UTC)