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The front door slams open.
"Dean, I told you already, I didn't touch your car! You know what, forget it. I'll go."
Sam stalks through into Milliways with his arms full of books. He dumps everything on the nearest table, then throws himself into a chair.
"What, and leave me stuck in the motel room that time forgot? No good porn channels, no Magic Fingers, what the hell am I supposed to do?"
Dean flings himself into a seat across from Sam and puts his feet up on the table, smirking.
Sam glares at him. "Can't you just -- don't do that!"
"Dean, I told you already, I didn't touch your car! You know what, forget it. I'll go."
Sam stalks through into Milliways with his arms full of books. He dumps everything on the nearest table, then throws himself into a chair.
"What, and leave me stuck in the motel room that time forgot? No good porn channels, no Magic Fingers, what the hell am I supposed to do?"
Dean flings himself into a seat across from Sam and puts his feet up on the table, smirking.
Sam glares at him. "Can't you just -- don't do that!"