[ Ugh, don't wave at him. Sam grimaces, stepping inside the room and rolling up his sleeves. He really, really doesn't want to play find the binding sigil, but they've been living together so long that it's not going to be that weird.
Dean'd rather get the bitch out either way. ]
We're gonna find a way to kill you.
[ Sam glances up at her, flicking his knife out to start cutting at Dean's sleeves. Sorry, dude, you can't keep the shirt if he's going to have to go hunting. ]
Pretty sure it doesn't matter if he does or doesn't like kissing Cas.
[ Which. It doesn't. He hopes Dean hears that, because really, he's not worried if he does like him or not. Sam moves up his arm, twisting it this way and that, careful with the knife. ]
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Dean'd rather get the bitch out either way. ]
We're gonna find a way to kill you.
[ Sam glances up at her, flicking his knife out to start cutting at Dean's sleeves. Sorry, dude, you can't keep the shirt if he's going to have to go hunting. ]
Pretty sure it doesn't matter if he does or doesn't like kissing Cas.
[ Which. It doesn't. He hopes Dean hears that, because really, he's not worried if he does like him or not. Sam moves up his arm, twisting it this way and that, careful with the knife. ]