Ultimatum
“Sam! Come on, dude, don’t walk away!” Dean looked at Sam’s back, turned toward him as he left. Dean didn’t think he’d survive if he lost his brother.
“No, Dean. How many times do I have to say that I’m not a pansy, a bitch, a chick, or gay just because I prefer chick flicks to gory zombie movies and Cher to Led Zeppelin? I’m tired of
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