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Finally. After all this time, you're letting me out. I was waiting for you to actually let me out instead of keeping me cooped up in your skull with all these others, like Cas and Gabriel. Really? Them? Cas I don't mind, but Gabe? We've almost killed each other!

And tumblr. Really. Unimpressed, babe. So unimpressed. Though, I am impressed with how fast you're learning Latin and Enochian, and about the sons of bitches out there that we deal with. It's helpful. You're ready for December 21st, that's for damn sure.

Now that I'm here, you need to stick me somewhere right? That's how this shit works? As long as it's either a place where I don't have things I have to gank, or if it is, that I'm allowed to gank them.
Thanks, sweetheart.

Yours truly,

Dean.

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Yeah. You talk a lot.

That's not all my tongue can do, sweetheart.

[Eyebrow quirk.]

Okay. You have my attention.

[gives her his infamous, seductive smirk]

Glad to see it still works.
My tongue, is talented.
Among other things.

I'm good at going In depth.

So, apparently, I'm not the only suck monkey around here.

Depends on what I'm suckin' on, sweetheart.

Would I have to flap my arms and pretend to be an angel?

[Asked ever so innocently...]

I think for you, I can make an exception.

Well, don't I feel all special now?

You should. Not every day I actually spill my secrets to a blood sucker.

Not every night I invite a hunter to my place for drinks.

You know, the beer kind.

Doesn't that involve dragging me down to the pit?

Fuck. Good point.

Maybe someone else's bar.

Pick a town, I can get there.

Anywhere but Youngston, Ohio.

Well, I'm Lincoln, Nebraska.

Guess I'll see you there, precious.

Sounds like a plan to me, sweetheart.

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