[ Good. Drink your damn coffee. You look like you could use a good meal or two as well, but he's taking this one step at a time.
And...it really is like riding a bicycle, isn't it. Sam gives him that look and Dean's automatically got his hackles and defenses up, straightening a little in his chair because whatever he's about to be accused of, he's probably guilty of.
Ah. Yes. He pulls a little face, reaching to rub the back of his head and flick his eyes anywhere but Sam's. ]
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And...it really is like riding a bicycle, isn't it. Sam gives him that look and Dean's automatically got his hackles and defenses up, straightening a little in his chair because whatever he's about to be accused of, he's probably guilty of.
Ah. Yes. He pulls a little face, reaching to rub the back of his head and flick his eyes anywhere but Sam's. ]
...He's. Around.