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The Impala is almost subdued as it pulls into the front yard of the farm and growls over to a park by the barn. Dean unfolds himself from the seat and adjusts his jacket collar, frowning and quiet, before shoving his hands into his pockets and striding over towards the kitchen.
It's the best reason to come to the farm, of course.
It's the best reason to come to the farm, of course.