[it's a sunny day outside, & Sam's carrying a basket against his right hip, packed full of laundry. He sets about hanging the jeans on top on the line, fumbling with the clothespins as his left arm is still pretty much useless. Once they were up, he swore as he spotted the whites underneath]Damn it, Dean. You're not even here, & you still manage to
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[Snrk]
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This is so not my doing.
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No?
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Dean's, not mine.
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... & who are you?
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Heh... heh... haa...
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I can honestly say I've met demons with better manners.
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Jo? What on earth are you doing here?
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What are you doing in Template?
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I blame Dean.
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[waves the red bandanna around] All mine are green or blue. & I know better.
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Shut up, Axel. There's no one else to do it.
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& you're such a pain in the ass.
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