“How come I’m dragging your ass to the mall on a Saturday, Sammy?” Dean grumbled as he pulled open the oversized glass door.
“We’ve been over this, Dean,” Sam huffed as he blew the hair out of his eyes. “It’s because you won’t let me drive your precious car, and this is the closest place on Mr. Zimmerman’s list to get the supplies I need for my
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