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[go_downswinging]

You got Dean. You know the drill.

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[nosaviorneeded]

At some point in the day, a twelve pack of Dean's favorite beer is left outside of his door. There is no note.

[go_downswinging]

Dean walked back from the salvage yard and was a little surprised to see the beer. He didn't question it, there weren't many people that knew what his favorite beer was. Only two of them were in the village. He pulled one out and twisted the cap off, one large swallow later, Dean was inside.

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[its_notluck]

You're a dork...but I might have eaten three of the chocolates already. Ben is currently gnawing on the bear's nose.

Thank you. :)

Candy Gram

[prophetepiphany]

To: Dean Winchester
From: Claire
Message: Just because. :)