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[howling_laugh]

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Coyote opens the door back to the bar and heads through.

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[changeinasnap]

Something they can finally all agree on!

Except for Sam. Sam doesn't count.

Thank you, says the look he tosses Coyote's way right before he tells him, "Meaning that's for me to know -- " He jabs a finger at Sam. "And you to find out."

He pinches his fingers together, ready to snap them all back like a rubber band.

[howling_laugh]

"Wait!" Coyote says, throwing out a hand. She wasn't expecting quite so precipitous an exit.

"Sam, are we done?" Do you have any subtlety back yet, Sam? Coyote doesn't want Gabriel here to even have a hint that she wasn't doing all this of her own volition.

[gavemea_45]

Sam's not too pleased at having been yelled at, but his anxiety for his brother is by now visibly outweighing all other concerns.

"If Dean's okay, then yeah."

[changeinasnap]

He quirks an impatient eyebrow at the two of them.

"Are we free to go now?" he asks Coyote, dripping with disingenuity.

[howling_laugh]

"And good riddance to you both," she says.

They deserve each other at the moment.

[gavemea_45]

He's not blind enough to miss just how pissed-off Coyote appears to be, but he doesn't flinch. There's nothing he can do about it, not now anyway.

And in the long run, if she stays pissed at him -- well, as long as Dean's alive, Sam'll pay that price and gladly.

[changeinasnap]

He tosses off a mocking salute, two fingers to his brow, then sweeps his hand down and snaps.

As soon as the sound hits her eardrums, he and Sam are gone.

And so is any other sign that he was ever there.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote slumps against the bare wall with a huff, and thuds her head lightly against it.

What a friggin' night.

She needs a cigarette.