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DEAN WINCHESTER (ENDVERSE)
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Comments

[impersonal]

Sheer, abject silence? ( Really? ) We moved. And then I was kidnapped.

( So was she... )

We were. And drinks were free.

[magike]

Dean.

( not good enough says the sheer unimpressed tone of how she says his name )

[impersonal]

What do you want, Rowena. You came through. My brother's not a soulless animal anymore. Everyone wins.

( A beat. )

Thank you.

[magike]

( much better, thank you dean.

moving on-- )

I doubt the classes are as harmless as they are supposed to seem.

[impersonal]

Don't we decide what they are? They're probably as harmless as we make them.

( Or, so he hopes... )

[magike]

Och, we may have that decision to make but they did decide who was to teach one. No doubt they have many plans surrounding each aspect of it. Particularly if a class isn't to their design.

( sexual enough )

[impersonal]

No doubt. Keep our heads down. Do what they ask. Things'll be back to normal.

( Their version of normal. )