[ That drink is glowing, alright. And Dean looks dubious even before it's served to him, and Sam is lucky he's the one making it, or there's no way that would go near Dean's lips. If he throws up glowing vomit, Sam, he's doing it on your shoes. ...Not that glowing puke wouldn't be kind of awesome, but it would be awesome in a terrifying kind of way, so a ruined pair of sneakers is exactly what Sam deserves.
Anyway, hopefully Sam knows what he's doing and it won't come to that. Between the wide open windows and ship-hopping these last two weeks, Dean's done enough throwing up to meet his quota for the year as it is, thanks.
At least talking about the fighting is a good distraction from the inevitable. He can't say he wouldn't've done the same in Sam's shoes. And Nami was hustling people? Dean likes her more already. ]
Nami... She's the redhead, right? Friend of yours from that Astringent place. She's cute.
You two seem pretty close.
[ You see this smile, Sam? You know what this smile means. Go get 'em, tiger. ]
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Anyway, hopefully Sam knows what he's doing and it won't come to that. Between the wide open windows and ship-hopping these last two weeks, Dean's done enough throwing up to meet his quota for the year as it is, thanks.
At least talking about the fighting is a good distraction from the inevitable. He can't say he wouldn't've done the same in Sam's shoes. And Nami was hustling people? Dean likes her more already. ]
Nami... She's the redhead, right? Friend of yours from that Astringent place. She's cute.
You two seem pretty close.
[ You see this smile, Sam? You know what this smile means. Go get 'em, tiger. ]