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Sammy was right, Dean really needed to get out. He is especially glad he decided to get out when he nails another one of the bunnies with his Winchester shotgun. What can he say, it's a guy thing.

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"Who said I was lying?"

"You're not acting like you," he says matter-of-factly.

"Who'm I acting like, then?"

"I don't know, but I don't like this new person."

He raises his eyebrows. It's definitely a question, albeit unspoken.

"You're acting like you're mad at me, or have a problem. So if you do, just say it already and stop being a chick."

Look, he's conceding!

Landmark occasion.

"I just ..."

He sighs, scowls at the ground. "I think whatever got to you's finally getting to me."

"Sick of sitting around her doing absolutely nothing?"

"Sick of just being here, stuck."

Traveling's in his blood. He just doesn't know it.

"Welcome to the club, Sammy."

He loads two more shells and closes the gun, taking aim and waiting.

"Only if I get a badge."

"All the badges are sitting in my car."

"Damn." Sam snaps his fingers.

"You'll just have to wait until we get out of he--" He stops talking, firing at a demonic bunny that has just leapt out.

"Then do I get one?"

"Only if you're good and eat all your vegetables." He ejects his shells, adding them to the pile that is forming at his feet, and adds two more.

"What if I don't?"

He looks over and says, deadpan, "I'll shoot you."

"Then you'd better eat all your vegetables too."

"I don't need vegetables. I'm in damn good shape." He grins smugly and lifts up his shirt. "Look at that." He pats his abs. "I ate my spinach."

Sam sighs.

Uncultured swine.

"Spinich goes to your arms, idiot."

He puts his shirt down and shrugs the comment off. "Whatever."

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