“And this tree is supposed to protect us from a werewolf? Seriously, Dude, my aunt’s baby poodle can rip it apart.”
Sam frowns. “Dean, we don’t have an aunt.”
“I’m just saying it’s a bad idea.”
“Oh, so you have a better one?” Sam sighs, refusing to let Dean’s complaints get to him. Well, it’s true that the tree is barely wide enough
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