"Atmosphere," Dean agreed, knuckles rapping light against the table. It was good to think of something else for a moment, even if thoughts of Sam had led him to it, and even if all thought would eventually wander back the same way.
"He'll get a look at those fucking concrete Compound walls and think better, I promise you."
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Date: 2009-10-29 01:46 am (UTC)"He'll get a look at those fucking concrete Compound walls and think better, I promise you."