"Maybe if Sam had listened to us this wouldn't have happened," Castiel snapped, sliding the bottle away from Dean's hand. Not out of reach, but enough to send a message that he wasn't done yet. The alcohol was already making his head swim, felt like it had burned a trail down his throat.
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Date: 2009-11-07 10:26 pm (UTC)"Stubborn, hard-headed, both of you."