"Sam." Nothing.
"Sammy." Nope.
"Sammy, Saaammy, Sam-my... SAMMY!"
"What!?"
Dean grinned. "Whaaatchya readin'?"
Sam rolled his eyes with a huff of annoyance. "A book."
"No shit, Sherlock. Anything good?"
"..."
"Sam... Sammy?"
"Dean..." Half hour of this and Sam's patience were already long gone. Dean, of course, ignored the warning.
"Sa-"
Sam help up his hand
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