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Getting the Impala out of the impound lot had actually been rather easier than, say, Sam’s escape from the police station. (He’d half ripped off a nail on that ledge, and he’d bitched about it on the walk just to hear Dean call him a girl.) Improvisation was, after all, what they did best; a little sneaking around, a little chit-chat with a smelly ( Read more... )