Timestamp for
the Cuckoo 'verse.
“Oh, for- could you please not do that in here?”
Sam looks over the top of his book at Dean, who’s shielding his eyes like Sam’s supine position on the couch is just too much. “Do what?”
“You can’t just-” A helpless wave of hands.
“… Oh my god, you’re right,” Sam says with heavy sarcasm. The cat on his stomach stretches
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