O sing unto the Lord a new song
Tomorrow morning, Dean’s gonna wish he’d kept his goddamn mouth shut.
But tonight he rescued the damsel, and his head rests on her crossed ankles. She’s combing her fingers through his hair.
"If I were your brother," she says quietly, "I'd be furious with you."
"That about sums it up, yeah.” And he barks a laugh
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