[Sam is, as per usual, buried under heaps of research. Sadly he’s not making much headway. It seems that he is really and truly stuck in the fgtbox and no amount of symbolism or incantation can get him out
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[Dean is, of course, doing all he can to avoid hitting the books, choosing this exact moment to walk in with a case and a grocery bag full of junk food, tossing Sam a significantly smooshed snack cake.
He pulls up a chair next to his brother, pops open a Coors and wipes the ice cold can across his forehead. The heat's been murder lately and Dean's face and forearms are covered in a thin sheen of sweat.]
[Yeah, thanks bro. Sam catches what used to be a delightfully sweet snack treat and eyes it with some trepidation before tearing open the package. Hell, he's hungry and it's still good.]
Nothing yet. You find anything out there besides beer and... [A glance at the candy wrapper] Little Debbie?
[Dean visibly fights with himself not to make an innuendo out of that and emerges victorious. Some things he just can't corrupt. Little Debbie and her delightful assortment of snacks are one of those things. God bless Swiss Rolls.
He throws his hands up in a gesture of defeat in response to Sam's question.]
Jack and squat. I grilled everyone I could find. No one's found an exit yet. [pause to take a swig] I dunno, Sammy, but nothin' about this strikes me as supernatural, and it's damn near a sausage fest around here.
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He pulls up a chair next to his brother, pops open a Coors and wipes the ice cold can across his forehead. The heat's been murder lately and Dean's face and forearms are covered in a thin sheen of sweat.]
Any luck yet?
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Nothing yet. You find anything out there besides beer and... [A glance at the candy wrapper] Little Debbie?
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He throws his hands up in a gesture of defeat in response to Sam's question.]
Jack and squat. I grilled everyone I could find. No one's found an exit yet. [pause to take a swig] I dunno, Sammy, but nothin' about this strikes me as supernatural, and it's damn near a sausage fest around here.
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[He shifts to sit upright and drags over an open book.]
So I've been looking over a few things and as near as I can tell, we're stuck in some kind of... [dare he say it?]
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