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SAM: Yeah, well, this isn’t exactly the first grave we’ve dug. Still think I’m a catch?
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DEAN: Reality TV scouts looking for people with special skills.
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Okay, I admit it went a little too far.
It started off simple enough four hours ago with Hey, I’m Dean. How’d you like to be on television? Come on, if a chick can’t see through a pick-up line like that, it’s hardly his fault she’s following him back to his place before he can even finish the script. It’s not like he’s gonna hurt the girl, and he’s just horny enough to not really care that she’s a little tipsy, just lonely enough to not feel bad for lying, just worn out enough to not give a rat’s ass if Sam’s gonna have to find another place to sleep tonight.
Dean Winchester doesn’t back down from a challenge, that’s all.
Three seconds into his room and she wants to see the script. I don’t have it on me, he lies, easy as breathing. Let me show you. He tries to keep her focused on the task at hand, but she’s bouncing all over the fricken place. She’s got all these questions. Is it an action film, a romance? Will there be nudity? Oh, yeah. That a problem for you, sweetheart?
It’s totally not weird to want to rehearse during a ( ... )
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*shifty eyes*
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DEAN: Mm?
SARAH: Can we get you some more mini-quiche?
DEAN: Mm-mm, I'm good, thanks.
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DEAN: It's like I don't even know you.
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DEAN: Because then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time.
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