116: Shadow

[tahirire]

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[wynefred]

SAM: So, you talked to the cops?
DEAN: Uh, yeah. I spoke to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law.
SAM: Yeah? What'd you find out?
DEAN: Well, she's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean-wow. Oh, and she's got this little tattoo-

[wynefred]

SAM: You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?

Mistake 1/?

[borgmama1of5]

Dean Winchester didn’t mess with married women

Re: Mistake 2/3

[borgmama1of5]

She slid next to him in the Impala’s front seat and trailed fingers along the inside of his thigh while giving him directions. Dean repaid her interest, very experienced in driving with one hand. Much nicer to do it feeling up a hot babe than because he was injured

Re: Mistake 3/3

[borgmama1of5]

He paused in the living room to pull on his t-shirt and boots, and grabbed his jacket. Voices wafted down the stairs. Sounded like crying. He didn’t know which one it was

[wynefred]

DEAN: So, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number.

[wynefred]

MEG: Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar.
SAM: Who?

[wynefred]

DEAN: So, you've heard of me?
MEG: Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice-the way you treat your brother like luggage.
DEAN: Sorry?
MEG: Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth.