Sam let out the breath he’d been holding as he eased the trunk of the Impala closed as quietly as he could.
So far, so good.
Now if he could just get through the next 10 minutes or so without Dean either killing him for the duct tape stuck to the Impala’s dash, or laughing himself silly at Sam’s expense, all would be good.
Settled
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