"No, listen-" Dean starts as FDR is storming towards him, but he's not stopping to listen and Dean gets turned around to follow the one throwing the bitch fit. "Baby, just listen-" and then he gets the door slammed in his face.
"Perfect." He just wanted to get laid, too. He didn't want this either.
Then there's that quiet voice behind him that goes Assbutt started it and Dean groans.
"No!" There's that finger in the new guy's face. "Stop that! Don't call him that. He will throw you in front of a train and I can stop it. If you want help, you better behave and.. be NICE! And stop saying that freaking word. That is not your word-"
Dean freezes, then it's his turn to grab the leather collar to pull him close, and he snarls. "How do you know what word?!" Because there's only one person who uses it and if this is some angel bullshit, he's gonna fry all those winged sons of bitches.
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"Perfect." He just wanted to get laid, too. He didn't want this either.
Then there's that quiet voice behind him that goes Assbutt started it and Dean groans.
"No!" There's that finger in the new guy's face. "Stop that! Don't call him that. He will throw you in front of a train and I can stop it. If you want help, you better behave and.. be NICE! And stop saying that freaking word. That is not your word-"
Dean freezes, then it's his turn to grab the leather collar to pull him close, and he snarls. "How do you know what word?!" Because there's only one person who uses it and if this is some angel bullshit, he's gonna fry all those winged sons of bitches.