"Hey, Sammy," Dean hissed from around the corner, holding his own shotgun in front of him. "What are you doing skulking around here? We've got an unknown to hunt down." He gestured for Sam to join him and then disappeared around the bend again.
"Jesus, Dean!" Sam nearly jumped out of his skin. He'd been on the lookout for just about everything but Dean. "Don't you think that's what I've been doing?" He muttered under his breath, and taking one last look around the alley, took off after Dean.
"Bout time. What had you mooning around this time, Sammy?" Dean grumbled, waiting for Sam to be at his shoulder before moving again. "You really need to get laid, man, and stop all this introspection crap."
"New York is big, Dean. It's easy to get lost." Whatever. He gave Dean a look, and shook his head. "That never seems to work out for me. They all end up dead." Jerk.
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