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The Park, Wednesday Afternoon
After spending yesterday engaged in some truly pitiful staring at the slip of paper with Sam's phone number, followed by some even more pitiful staring at his phone, followed by some Lifetime level lurking on a college campus, Dean was back at start. Not a single freakin' clue what to do next came to mind. You know, things were so much easier when you could solve life's problems with a machete.
Bloodier, but so much easier.
Dean pocketed his phone one last time, sitting back against the park bench. He tilted his head up slightly, eyes fixed on a random cloud. "You know, if this is supposed to be a reward, it blows."
Thus sayeth the Righteous Man.
[[Open park!]]
Bloodier, but so much easier.
Dean pocketed his phone one last time, sitting back against the park bench. He tilted his head up slightly, eyes fixed on a random cloud. "You know, if this is supposed to be a reward, it blows."
Thus sayeth the Righteous Man.
[[Open park!]]
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He was doing no such thing.
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Of course, sex pollen was also doing its part. "You have nicer arms," April pronounced. "And... more piercings wouldn't hurt, but you're hotter overall."
Yep. That was sex pollen.
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Uh, well, actually.
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She was completely screwing with him, for the record.
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YOUR POINT, SIR?
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Well. Maybe in bed.
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