Bobby jumped up from his desk as a gust of wind blew through his living room, sending his carefully-stacked translated papers flying around the room.
It only took a moment for his semi-wild eyes to land on Crowley, who had his hands raised in mock surrender, “Hello, Robert.”
Bobby shook his head and eased down onto the corner of his desk, before nodding to the now-littered-floor, “Isn’t wind usually the upstairs guy’s thing?”
Crowley took a few steps forward and shrugged, “I figured a little theatrics might keep you from shooting me.” This time.
The corner of his mouth twitched at that, “Don’t bet on it.”
Crowley shook his head as he continued closing the distance, “Someone’s feisty today.” He looked over the desk and raised an eyebrow, “Moose and Squirrel need their hands held again?”
“Watch it.”
Bobby’s harsh tone was betrayed by his smile as the demon leaned in for a kiss. Bobby’s brows furrowed as he pulled back, eyes catching on a shiny thing that appeared stuck to his shoulder.
He plucked it off the demon and brought it closer to his face, confusion growing, “Is that… glitter?”
Crowley let out a deflating sigh, “Unfortunately.” At the continued confused expression, he sighed again, “The underlings apparently thought it’d be funny to rig confetti canons to my throne room doors.”
“And they chose green glitter… why?”
Crowley leaned past him to grab the whiskey glass from the desk, “For St. Patrick’s Day.”
Bobby chuckled as he let the piece of glitter fall from his hand, “So they still haven’t figured it out yet?”
“Apparently not.” Crowley downed what was left in the glass before he shook his head, “I doubt they will at this point, though. Seems all the competent demons are dead.”
“Sorry about that.”
That earned him a chuckle from the demon as he magically refilled the glass, “Yes, I guess that would be your fault, wouldn’t it?”
The corner of Bobby’s mouth twitched back up into a smile as he stole the glass from the demon, placing it behind him, “Maybe I can find a way to make it up to you.”
“Oh?” Crowley raised an eyebrow and nodded to the research, “You sure Moose and Squirrel can manage without you for a few hours?”
Bobby slid off the desk, giving the demon a hungry once over, “The longer they take, the more time we have.”
Crowley let out a low whistle at that, and gave the hunter an impressed once over, “Best not waste any time, then.”
The demon led the way out of the living room, then.
He stopped the hunter with a hand to the chest as they reached the bottom of the stairs, “… You know I’m not British either, right?”
Bobby snorted, “Yeah, I know… Fergus.”
Crowley’s cheeks flared at hearing the name, and he silently open and closed his mouth a few times.
After a minute, he shook his head before starting to climb the stairs, “Alright then.”
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Written: 24.10.31
Words: 533
General, C2C (ish)
Crowley sighed into his hand as he watched the demon before him go on and on…
And on.
It was never ending trivial management bullshit!
This demon wants to eat this many babies, but this demon stole from his supply, the Hellhounds are restless with only 4 runs a day, crossroad deals took a dip this month… who gives a fuck?
Sure, clawing his way to the top was exciting. New baddies to beat, demons to win over, cunning double-crossing plans to enact, but now? Now he just sat on the throne, listening to all of Hell’s ‘problems’. And then he’d fix them.
Sam rolled his eyes as he handed the steaks off to his brother, “I’m only 5 minutes late, Dean.”
“Yeah, well, it might as well be an hour,” The blonde shook his head, fiddling with the barbeque dial, “You know how old this thing is. It doesn’t hold heat correctly.”
The giant shook his head, grabbing a beer from the cooler, “Why didn’t one of us get him a new one for his wedding, again?”
“Because Bobby wouldn’t use it.” He kicked the side of the grill, holding one hand above the grill to check the temperature, “Not until this one finally dies.”
The youngest leaned in, peering over his brother’s shoulder at the dark grill, “…You sure it’s not already dead?”
“Don’t think so.” The blonde turned the dial again, practically willing the grill to heat up, “Maybe we could just order steaks.”
Sam scoffed, “How are we supposed to do that without Bobby noticing?”
Dean’s eyes flicked up to where his kids and father figure were playing – chasing each other around one of the junk cars a few feet away. He slapped one of the steaks onto the grill, shoulders deflating in disappointment as it made no noise.
He brought his eyes back to his brother, lowering his voice, “Make the call on the front porch. Don’t let anyone see you.”
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Destiel (Implied), Sabriel (Implied), Crobby, C2C, Unlearning Series Fic #10
“I thought you were gonna drop it?”
Dean sputtered, gesturing to the bedroom, “Dropping it isn’t the same as giving him my blessing.”
Cas rolled his eyes, plopping himself down on the bed, letting out an annoyed groan. He’d been trying to talk Dean into finally agreeing to let Crowley pop the question for weeks – to no avail. Hell, all of them – him, Sam, even Gabriel had tried, but Dean was nothing if not stubborn. And when Dean Winchester had made up his mind about something, he was hard pressed to change it.
Not that it stopped them all from trying. None of them could understand why the blonde was being so stubborn. Crowley had saved his life – same as Gabriel – but that apparently didn’t matter. Dean just wasn’t budging.
“Are you forgetting he saved you?”
“Oh, please!” Dean crinkled his nose, waving a dismissive hand at the angel, “I’m so sick of hearing that! It’s not like I asked him to save me!”
Cas felt the anger bubble up in his chest again, and he rose from the bed, “So you would’ve been just as happy if he didn’t? If that demon had killed you, oh well?”
“No, Cas, you know that’s not what I mean!” Dean scrubbed a hand through his hair, whole body tense, why can’t I make you understand? “It’s just-”
“What, Dean? He’s what?”
“H-he… he’s still….”
“Yeah…?”
“He’s still him!”
“He’s changed!”
“People don’t change!”
“But he’s not even a person!”
“Exactly!” Dean let out a humourless chuckle, “If people don’t change, demons for sure as shit aren’t gonna!”
Cas threw up his hands, “How can you still be so…. so you about this?” Cas forced himself to take a deep breath, and walked the few steps over to the now-retired hunter, “He makes Bobby happy. Don’t you think he deserves that?”
“Of course I do.” Dean’s tone was lowering to match the angel’s, even though his chest was still huffing, “I just don’t think Crowley is right for him.”
“Okay, fine. Then who would you pick?”
Dean blinked in surprise at his angel, “What?”
Cas gave him a pointed look, crossing his arms over his chest, “You think you can do a better job finding someone for Bobby? Go ahead, pick someone.”
“W-well,” Dean shifted his weight, “I… I don’t know anyone off the top of my head-”
“Uh-huh.”
The corner of the blonde’s mouth twitched, “You know what? Fine! I will find someone better for Bobby, and when I do, all you guys have to drop this.”
“Fine,” Cas stuck out his hand for them to shake on it, pulling the ex-hunter in close once their hands touched, “But if you can’t, you will give Crowley your blessing.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed, searching the angel’s face for a moment, before he nodded, “Deal.”
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Started: 21.06.26
Finished: 22.01.14
Words: 3,930
C2C, Destiel, Crobby (Implied)
“This is your big secret?” He rolled his eyes again, “You could’ve hid this anywhere in Bobby’s house without him finding it, y’know. Why don’t you try to hide it on one of his thousand bookshe-” the hunter cut himself off as Crowley opened the box, revealing the shining engagement ring that was inside. Dean’s eyes flicked between the ring and the demon a few times, before he raised an eyebrow, “… What the hell is that?” He peered closer at it, eyebrows raising in surprise, “I-is that an engagement ring?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re showing me this…?”
Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, snapping the box closed, “I know Moose is the smart one, but honestly I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out for you.” At the still-confused look, he shook his head, slipping the box back into his jacket, “It’s for Bobby, genius.”
“Bobby?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up, lips twitching, “Y-you’re kidding, right?” At the serious look, the blonde snorted, licking his lips in a failed attempt to keep his laughter at bay, “Y-you are gonna ask…” his voice trailed off into a fit of laughter.
Crowley gave the hunter a tight smile, “Yeah, yeah, it’s hilarious.” He shot the blonde a death glare and stood up from the chair, “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”
Dean shook his head, “I-I’m sorry,” his shoulders twitched as he tried to wipe at his eyes, “it’s just, the thought of you asking Bobby to…” the blonde cleared his throat, trying to get his laughter under control, “that’s just… I mean, that would-”, the smile slid off his face, and he turned now-worried eyes to the demon, “t-that would make us…”
“Relax,” Crowley waved a dismissive hand, unable to keep the cheeky smile off his face, “you won’t have to call me Daddy.”
Dean’s face scrunched at the mental image and shuddered, “Ugh.”
Crowley rolled his eyes, retaking his seat, turning expectant eyes to the hunter, “So…?”
“So…?”
Crowley huffed “How did the two of you once save the world?” He brought his eyes back to the blonde, and spoke slowly, “What do you think?”
Dean’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean? What do I think… about you wanting to marry Bobby?” At the nod, Dean sputtered for a moment, “I uh, I don’t know. It’s weird. I mean, do demons even- wait,” Dean raised an eyebrow, “Why are you asking?”
Crowley scrubbed a hand down his face, pursing his lips, “Because, I need to ask Bobby’s next-of-kin for permission.”
“But Bobby doesn’t have-” Dean cut himself off, eyes going wide as he finally realized what the demon was asking, “o-oh!” He tried to shift closer, but was still unable to move, and raised an eyebrow, “You need my permission before you can ask him?”
Crowley shrugged, “I’m unfortunately bound by tradition.”
The blonde smirked, “So, you won’t pop the question unless I say it’s okay?”
Crowley sighed, “Well, you and Moose, but I’ve already asked him.”
“What? When?”
Crowley waved a dismissive hand, “That’s not important. What’s important is getting your answer.”
“No way in Hell.”
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Crap, the blonde swivelled around in the chair, trying not to look as guilty as he felt as Cas came down the stairs, “Cas! H-hey,” He stood, in a failed attempt to block the wall, “What, uh, what’re you doing up?”
“Still adjusting, I guess,” Cas reached the bottom of the stairs, tired eyes flicking up to the wall, “You’re hunting?” He walked a few steps closer, wrapping the blonde up in his arms, “We just got you back!”
Dean let out a nervous chuckle, “I-I know. I just…” he let his voice trail off as he tried to think of a good lie, backing out of the hug.
“Is it important?”
Dean blinked in surprise, “What?”
“What you’re hunting,” the angel took a step closer to the wall, tilting his head to one side as he studied it, “Is it-” his sentence cut off into a sigh as he got a closer look, “Crowley?” He turned, raising an eyebrow, “You’re still hunting Crowley? After you almost died?”
“Cas-”
The angel took in a huffing breath, “You’ve been back all of two weeks, and you’re already planning on jumping back into the fire?”
Dean held his hands out in mock surrender, “I can explain!” At the raised eyebrow, Dean sputtered, running a hand through his hair, “H-he’s… he’s up to something! I don’t know what yet, but he is. I know he is.” At the scoff, he pointed to the wall, “Look! I saw him at Sam’s wedding. He snuck out right before the ceremony to make some shady deal. And when I followed him-”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Cas pinched the bridge of his nose, “That was the reason you left as they started down the aisle?”
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This is fic #7 of the Unlearning Series.
Started: 21.05.26
Finished: 21.05.27
Destiel (Implied), C2C
Words: 4,006
“So you don’t know where Dean is?”
“No.”
“Alright, then you’re gonna help me find him.”
“What?” Crowley sputtered in disbelief, “I do have other things to do!”
Sam shrugged, “Fine. Go manage Hell. But if you don’t want Bobby to find out abut whatever shady deal you had at my wedding, I suggest you help me look.”
“It wasn’t a-” Crowley cut himself off, forcing himself to take in another breath, before nodding, “Fine. We’ll find him together. But when we do, you forget I told you any of this. Got it?”
“Fine.” Sam ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath as his eyes drifted back to the wall, “Wait.”
“Ugh.”
“If you don’t know where Dean is, why are you burning his tracking notes?”
Crowley rolled his eyes again, “Because half of it pointed to me, and I didn’t want you or anyone else to come sniffing around.”
“… Because of the ‘transaction’?”
“Yes.” Crowley scrubbed a hand down his face, “I’m not the enemy here, Sam. I’m just trying to get my affairs in order.”
“Right. Sorry,” Sam shifted his weight, switching gears, “Well I think we should check out the factory on the edge of town. They were kind of… forceful when I went earlier today. I think they’re hiding something.”
Crowley gave the hunter a tight smile, gesturing to the door, “Lead the way, Moose. The sooner we find your brother, the sooner we can stop working together.”
Sam’s brows pulled together in confusion, “And here I thought you liked us now?”
Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he reached the door, “Please. You think you were the only two who were acting during Game Night?”
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This is fic #6 of the Unlearning Series.
Written: 21.05.26
Words: 4,086
Sabriel, Destiel (Implied), C2C
“So, Big Bro’s missing?”
“Apparently.”
Gabriel nodded, jumping up to sit on the bed, “How long?”
“Since the wedding.”
Gabriel let out a whistle, “Damn.”
“Yeah,” Sam grabbed a fresh pair of clothes from the closet, beginning to pull himself into a pair of pants, “I know we had big plans for today, but-” he cut himself off as he tripped over one of the legs and fell to the floor, damn it.
Gabriel shook his head, “Don’t worry about it.” He snapped his fingers, eyes roaming over a now-fully-dressed hunter, “Just make sure you come back when you’re done.”
Sam snorted and got back on his feet, walking over to the bed to zip the duffle closed, “You’re gonna stay here?”
Gabriel shrugged, flopping back on the bed, “Well it is already paid for…” He shot a pointed look back to the hunter, “It’d be a shame if it went to waste.”
The giant rolled his eyes, “Sure.” He shoved his cell phone into his pocket, looking around the room, face growing serious, “Alright, I think that’s everything.”
“Good.” Gabriel sat back up, getting up on his knees so he was more-or-less eye height with the hunter. He wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Sam pressed a kiss to his forehead before backing up a few steps, swinging the duffle up onto his shoulder, “I just wish I knew where to start looking.” He ran his free hand through his hair, “He could be anywhere.”
“Hmm…” Gabriel closed his eyes for a moment, holding his arms out to his sides, before opening them, “Got it.”
Sam raised an eyebrow, “You found him? That quickly?”
“Well, no, not him. You guys still have that Enochian on your ribs. But I did find the car.” He popped a lollipop into his mouth, giving the hunter a victorious look, “And I think we both know if you find the car, you find Dean Winchester.”
Sam shook his head in amazement, placing another kiss to his head, “I knew I married you for a reason.”
“And here I thought it was because of my awesome bedroom skills.”
“Yeah, well, just because you can finish the marathon doesn’t mean you came in first.” Sam couldn’t help the smile that crept up his face at the offended look on his angel’s face. “So are you gonna tell me where the car is, or do you just expect me to guess?”
“Neither.”
“Neither?” Sam raised an eyebrow, letting out a sigh, “Gabe, come on. I know he’s not your biggest fan, but-”
“Ah-ah.” Gabriel held up a hand, cutting the hunter off. “Be careful.”
“Of course I’ll-” Sam cut himself off as he felt his feet leave the ground, what the…? He staggered backward a few steps as he landed on the ground with a thud. He looked around, and saw he was now standing outside a factory, Impala parked a few feet away. Sam shook his head and started toward the car, thanks Gabriel.
Request #24, from hallmarkdestiel (Tumblr): I have another idea. There was only one bed. But it’s Crobby.
Started: 21.04.02
Finished: 21.04.05
Words: 1,425
Crobby
“I told you I’ll be fine,” Bobby growled into the phone as he shifted the file he was holding to dig out his motel key. “I did used to hunt solo before you idjits needed me to run phones on every case, y’know.” He wrenched the door open after a moment, tripping on the lip of it, “Balls!”
He landed hard on the motel floor, file and cell phone shooting out from his hands. He got himself to a sitting position, removing his ball cap to run a hand through his hair as he watched all the papers from the file flutter to the floor. He let out a long sigh, before grabbing the phone off the ground, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, Dean. I just tripped.” He got himself back to his feet and closed the motel door, “Who’s bright idea was it to put a step on a ground-level room?”
Bobby shook his head as he locked the door, resisting the urge to sigh again, “Listen, Dean, I’d love to continue this conversation, but unlike you boys, I don’t keep a pee bottle in my truck, so unless you wanna-” He cut himself off, face splitting into a smile as the line disconnected, I’ve gotta remember that one more often.
He kicked his shoes off before collapsing on the bed, letting out a groan as he sank into the mattress. He checked the time on the digital clock beside the bed, before his eyes slipped closed, I have time for a quick nap before meeting with the coroner.
—
“Bobby…”
Bobby rolled over, toward the voice of his wife, not bothering to open his eyes.
She chuckled as he flung his arm over her middle, pulling her closer, “Bobby, we don’t have time for that. You’re late.”
“J’s five m’re minutes…” He felt her roll over, arm falling onto the bed and he frowned, “Nooo…”
“I’d love to stay, Darling, but you’re really going to be late.” His tired brain was unable to place what sounded off with her voice, so he finally decided to crack an eye open – to see a brunette with a beard starring back at him, “Morning Sunshine.”
Whoa! Bobby startled awake, grabbing for the gun under the pillow, firing off a shot before his brain caught up to what was in front of him. He heard an annoyed sigh, before the springs of the bed creaked as the man got up, “Are you going to shoot me every time?”
Bobby finally placed the accent and stood from the bed, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Well I was checking on you,” Crowley huffed, checking out the new bullet hole in his suit, “But apparently even asleep you’re protected.” He shook his head, eyes going back to the hunter, “Seriously, I’m gonna have to start billing you for my dry cleaning.”
“Dean sent you to check on me?” At the nod, Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face, “That boy needs to calm down. I haven’t even been gone a whole day yet and-”
“Uh, what?” Crowley shook his head as Bobby blinked at him, “You’ve been gone three days, mate.”
“What?” Bobby dug his phone out of his pocket, “No, that’s not-” he cut himself off as his eyes landed on the date in the corner, that can’t be right. “I’ve been asleep for three days?”
“I know you’re getting up there, but that seems a tad overkill, don’t you think?”
Bobby shot the demon a look, “Aren’t you like three hundred years old?”
Crowley scowled, “Nevermind that.” He crossed the room, making a whiskey glass appear on the small kitchen table, “You weren’t snoring.”
“Excuse me?”
The demon took a swig from his glass, “You weren’t snoring.” At the unchanged expression, Crowley sighed, “Just… trust me, you snore when you sleep. But not this time. Ergo…”
“I wasn’t asleep.” Bobby’s brows furrowed, I was drugged? I haven’t even been in town- His face changed as he remembered the diner, “Shit.”
The corner of Crowley’s mouth pulled up into a smile, “Care to share with the class?”
“The diner,” Bobby scrubbed a hand down his face, “I stopped for a burger last night. That’s gotta be where the thing is hiding.”
“Excellent!” Crowley took a few steps forward, finishing his drink, “Then let’s go.”
Bobby raised an eyebrow, “You’re not coming.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t need your help?”
“Pfft, please. You just lost three days because of a burger.”
Bobby rolled his eyes, “Tell Dean I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Fine,” Crowley held his hands up in mock surrender, “Go without me. But don’t expect me to swoop in and save you when things go sideways.”
Bobby snorted, “Deal.”
With that, the demon was gone. Bobby took in a deep breath, looking around the motel room, noting the file was sitting on the kitchen counter – back together. He shook his head before shoving on his shoes, heading for the door, let’s hope whatever it is is still there.
—
Bobby dug his key out of his pocket, shaking his head, what the hell kind of monster is this? I’ve never seen a body that- He stopped himself just inside the door as he spotted Crowley sitting at the kitchen table, “What the hell are you doing back here?”
“My job.”
“Right,” Bobby closed the door, tossing his jacket down on the bed, “And since when does the King of Hell take orders from hunters?”
Crowley bristled, getting up from the chair, “Well excuse me for not wanting to stay indebted to those denim-clad nightmares. I do have more important things to do than sit around and wait for them to call.”
“Great,” Bobby plopped himself down on the bed, kicking off his shoes, “Then why don’t you go do those more important things, and I’ll get on with the case?”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re crochet-y?”
Bobby snorted, “It’s been said.” He readjusted his ball cap as he watched the demon, who seemed hesitant. He let out a sigh, “Why are you really here?”
“I already told you-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re settling a score with Dean. But that doesn’t explain why you’re hanging around. You could’ve reported I was fine this morning and went about your business. But you’re still here. Why?”
Crowley shifted his weight from one foot to the other, “Can’t a friend just drop in on another?”
“We’re not friends.”
“Fine.” The demon sighed, swallowing what was left in his glass, “I thought this case maybe had something to do with an escaped Hellhound.”
“And now?”
Crowley shook his head, “I saw the body. If this was my girl, there wouldn’t have been that much left.”
Bobby took his hat off, running a hand through his hair, “And you didn’t tell me this at the beginning because…?”
Crowley let out an exasperated sigh, “Because I don’t exactly jump at the chance to announce I screwed up. I am the King, after all. I have to maintain a certain… reputation.”
“You let a Hellhound escape?”
“See?” The demon pointed to his face, “That is exactly the kind of look I was trying to avoid.”
Bobby let out a sigh, “Fine. Stay and help. But it’s…” he checked the time on the bedside clock, “1am, so I’m gonna get some sleep.”
“Perfect.”
Bobby watched as he made his way over to the bed, “What are you doing?”
Crowley blinked at the hunter innocently, “What?”
“You don’t sleep.”
He raised an eyebrow, “So that means I have to stand on the hardwood for eight hours while you sleep?” He shook his head, “Watching hunters sleep is more Castiel’s speed than mine.”
“I was thinking more you could go to Hell.”
Crowley frowned, “And here I thought we were just starting to get along.”
“I’m serious. Go do your other royal duties.” Bobby placed his hat on the bedside table, before digging his phone out of his pocket, “Come back in four hours and I can fill you in.”
“Four hours?” Crowley tsk-tsked the hunter, “That’s hardly enough time to do anything productive.”
Bobby snorted, “Well we’re not sleeping together so…”
Crowley waved a dismissive hand as he pulled back the covers, “Get over yourself. This bed is big enough for two people with plenty of space left between. You won’t even know I’m here.”
Bobby let out a yawn, before nodding, “Fine. On one condition.”
Crowley perked at that, and turned expectant eyes to the hunter, half-sitting on the bed, “Yes?”
Dean stepped to the side of his notebook, turning expectant eyes to his love, “Cas, focus. You know what this is.”
Cas was on the edge of the couch, head tilted, brows furrowed, “Is it… an apartment building?”
“No!” Dean stomped his foot, tapping the marker next to his drawing, “C’mon, man! You’ve gotta get at least one!”
“A… School?”
“Time!”
Dean threw the marker down on the table, running a hand through his hair in frustration, “Fuck!” He made his way back over to the couch, collapsing in a huff as he picked up his beer, “I can’t believe you didn’t get any.”
Cas let out an exasperated sigh, “Well it’s not like you helped much. You can’t just tap next to your drawing if I don’t get it – you try to draw something else!”
“Whatever.” The blonde took a long pull from his drink, “This is a stupid game.”
“You only think that because you guys are losing.” Gabriel smirked at the hunter from where he was sitting, placing the timer down, “I thought giving you an extra round would at least get you one point.”
Dean shot a look at the angel, “Well maybe the game is rigged?”
“Pfft, please,” Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “I don’t need to rig a game to beat you.”
“Listen here you candy-loving, brother-crawling-”
“Dean!” Bobby shot the blonde a pointed look, “Maybe it’s time we switch games.”
“Maybe it’s time we switch partners.”
Cas scoffed, “You think this is my fault?” He pointed to the notebook, “Maybe if you didn’t have the artistic skills of a kindergartener we would’ve actually won a round!” Cas turned back to the notebook, eyes squinting as he starred at the drawing, “Seriously, what the hell is that?”
“Anyone else here can clearly see what it is!” Dean turned expectant eyes to his brother, “Right, Sam?”
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