"Who... who is this guy?" Sam asked, his eyes going wide. He didn't remember this show on the basic cable channels he saw in the motels.
"Hey there, Dean, I see you looking down, don't want to see my little buddy there with a frown," a man - from Australia maybe? Had to be from that accent - serenaded to Dean, as he strung his guitar. "Just 'cause I get more women than you, that's only because they don't know you like I do."
"Hey!" Dean protested, obviously offended.
The man stopped singing and looked at Dean. "What's wrong, mate? I was just singing you a song to make you feel better about your lady troubles."
"I don't have lady troubles!"
The man furrowed his brow. "Sure you do, Dean. I mean, sure you're weedy and kind of shy, but some girly out there must be looking for a weedy, kind of shy guy."
Weedy? Kind of shy? Dean felt a vein start to pulse in is forehead.
"Who... who is this guy?" Sam asked, his eyes going wide. He didn't remember this show on the basic cable channels he saw in the motels.
"Hey there, Dean, I see you looking down, don't want to see my little buddy there with a frown," a man - from Australia maybe? Had to be from that accent - serenaded to Dean, as he strung his guitar. "Just 'cause I get more women than you, that's only because they don't know you like I do."
"Hey!" Dean protested, obviously offended.
The man stopped singing and looked at Dean. "What's wrong, mate? I was just singing you a song to make you feel better about your lady troubles."
"I don't have lady troubles!"
The man furrowed his brow. "Sure you do, Dean. I mean, sure you're weedy and kind of shy, but some girly out there must be looking for a weedy, kind of shy guy."
Weedy? Kind of shy? Dean felt a vein start to pulse in is forehead.
"Stop singing!"
"But it's my thing."
Dean wanted to punch something.
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