Maybe it doesn't matter to you, but it sure does matter to him.
[Abaddon shifts up as much as she can while Sam cuts her shirt off. Dean may not be enjoying this, but she is, and that's what matters. She would enjoy getting handsy if only to see how uncomfortable it would make Sam, but the shackles make that impossible.
They don't seem to have considered that maybe this is exactly where she wants to be. She's going to find her way back into this bunker soon enough, and getting a look at it has already offered some insights.]
So much pent up in here, Sam. I'm sure you know. Your brother is the poster boy for repression. He could do with giving into those urges every once in a while.
[She shrugs her shoulders, eyeing Sam idly as he works.] Castiel isn't really my type, but I guess I can see the appeal. Who wouldn't want to debauch an angel?
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[Abaddon shifts up as much as she can while Sam cuts her shirt off. Dean may not be enjoying this, but she is, and that's what matters. She would enjoy getting handsy if only to see how uncomfortable it would make Sam, but the shackles make that impossible.
They don't seem to have considered that maybe this is exactly where she wants to be. She's going to find her way back into this bunker soon enough, and getting a look at it has already offered some insights.]
So much pent up in here, Sam. I'm sure you know. Your brother is the poster boy for repression. He could do with giving into those urges every once in a while.
[She shrugs her shoulders, eyeing Sam idly as he works.] Castiel isn't really my type, but I guess I can see the appeal. Who wouldn't want to debauch an angel?