I think I'll finally be forced to emerge now, seeing as how I've run out of alcohol and there's only so many times I can listen to "Knockin on Heaven's Door" before I just start to feel pathetic. I'm not the brooding type, that's more Sam's scene, carrying on for months with the angsty eyes and bad dreams. Not me. I can't do angsting hero, not my
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You keep singing the same song like you think the tune's going to change. Stop singing, Dean. Really, for the sake of all that's good and green in the world, stop singing.
Who's babysitting who? I'll have to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't go through the night's rations in ten minutes.
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Can't help it. The song's an earworm. I happen to think I'm a fine singer so zip it.
Hey! It's not my fault you think ONE package of hotdogs is going to cut it on a camping trip with me. You're my brother, you should know better!
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