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"We're always good. Except when you call me a child. I'm, like, seven foot."
"Then act your age and not your height, idiot."
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I've worn underwear more comfortable then the car ride to Dakota from Michigan.
The only person who seemed remotely happy in this car was Ben becuase he had his headphones in blasting Led Zepplin. Keeping him completely oblivious and occupied. In fact, this was the only silverlining when Sam comments after an hours of silence "So Dean... how's it feel sitting in the same space as the love of your life and the love of your moment?"
I could not glance even remotely in a single reflective surface as we all snapped for Sam to shut up. In fact, I stare at the gravel road out my window and wondered just how horrible would my injuries be if I threw myself out at a hundred and ten miles per hour. Out of curiosity Cas and I put my new found healing to the test. I've had cuts and gashes heal in twenty minutes. Broken bone's in an hour and a half. Begs the question is it a time issue or a volume of injury issue?
When we arrive I'm quick out of the car and up the steps to pound against the door. Hiking up the duffle I'm helping Lisa carry I'm overwhelmed with gratitude when Bobby opens the door. Even if he's frowning at Dean behind me "Damn it."
