Dean walked into the cemetery with a bottle of bourbon. He had left Sam, who had fallen asleep on the couch. Dean headed to Casâ grave and though it was the middle of the āĻĻāĻŋāĻ¨ he unscrewed the bottle and drank.
âOkay!â he shouted, looking at the sky and spreading his arms widely. ââWhatever son of a āĻĻā§āĻļā§āĻāĻ°āĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻ°āĻž is running this āĻĒā§āĻ°āĻĻāĻ°ā§āĻļāĻ¨ā§ now, better get your Crowley serving āĻāĻžāĻ§āĻž down here!â
He took another gulp while he waited, but no one came.
âDean!â
Dean rolled his eyes and drank again. Now Sam was going to ruin it all.
âDean, what the hell are āĻāĻĒāĻ¨āĻŋ doing?â Sam asked when he reached his...
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