Well, according to the newspaper, I should be about seven. [Dean sighs, his voice trails off thoughtfully.] Seven was a good year for me. I played doctor with a lot of girls...
[Focus, Dean.]
I don't know what's going on here, there wasn't any superflu where I'm from. I'd suggest burning the bodies, just in case, but...
[He trails off, snorting
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And the ammo's well received. I was running low on shells.
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Yeah, tell me about it. Melting down charm bracelets for bullets gets old after awhile.
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But it had to be the late 60s when I left.
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[There's a smile in his voice. Okay, icebreaker established. Dean clears his throat before continuing.]
Look, those dreams...we're good, right?
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[He's keeping it light. Light is good.]
Yeah. Yeah we're good. I don't know what that was. I've never had a dream like that before.
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Yeah, well...get used to it.
[Oh Dean, always with the encouragement.]
You're loading up on supplies, right?
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But if I find out you left a can of blueberry filling behind, so help me...
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[Yes, he totally just slipped and called him that.]
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