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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 13:02:32 GMT -5
“Yeah, well, you’re preaching to the choir.” He mumbled, shrugging.
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 13:05:18 GMT -5
“Where’s Sammy?” He asked.
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 13:07:04 GMT -5
(( same ))
Dean grabbed Bobby’s wrist and twisted it behind his back, “Bobby, it’s me!”
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 13:31:03 GMT -5
Dean grabbed the knife and rolled up his sleeve. With a grimace, he cut a line across his bicep.
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 13:46:29 GMT -5
Dean flipped the knife and passed it to Bobby.
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 13:48:41 GMT -5
Dean blinked, spitting out the water, “I’m not a demon either, you know...”
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:09:17 GMT -5
Test
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:10:26 GMT -5
Test
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:12:37 GMT -5
Final test
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:15:44 GMT -5
Dean frowned, “Sam’s number isn’t working... He’s not...?” He trailed off nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets.
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -5
“You mean you just let him go out in his own?” Dean sighed heavily.
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:27:08 GMT -5
“You should have been looking for him, Bobby.”
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:32:39 GMT -5
Dean sighed heavily, “Alright.” He grabbed Bobby’s computer and found Sam’s phone. “He’s in Pontac, Illinois.” He motioned for Bobby, “Let’s go,”
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:37:57 GMT -5
Hours later, Dean walked to Sam’s room and knocked on it.
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:42:24 GMT -5
“Hey, Sammy.” Dean said, a small smile on his face.
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Post by flamerune on Dec 4, 2017 14:45:22 GMT -5
“I know, I look fantastic, right?”
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