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β β β οΉ Dean was going to comment that he wasn't in fact stupid, but has never done it with a man, then he felt Colt's lips on his own and his hand in the back of his neck, the heat building between their bodies and tastes the whiskey on his tongue .οΉ +
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[ while colter does have a suspicion that dean isnβt fully out yet, if at all, he also has a feeling that this wonβt be something dean regrets. from here, the temptation to close that short distance between their lips and share their first kiss is near overwhelming; if he Β»
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β β β οΉ and what had remained of his resistance to the thought that he had a big fat crush on colter melted away with their kiss-- right. he cared for him, he was going to bring his wasted ass to bed, so-οΉ hold on .
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β β β οΉ though he'd never admit it .οΉ
listen, I'll head out while you search for a way to gank it . if you can't find anything it'll have to be trial and error !
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β β β οΉ he continued to pace back and forth after taking a gulp of whiskey, stopping behind Sam to look at his screen and see what he was doing . it was less that he thought Sam wasn't doing any work, but more that he felt idle and uselessοΉ+
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< Wincing at the statement, his gaze dropped. Pausing for a moment to gather himself before continuing his research. >
< Maybe Sam was s little distracted, but.. he was tired. Dealing with things he couldn't dare mention. >
< So, he stayed quiet. Not wanting to provoke --
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β β β yeah, yeah, I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one being stressed even though this is about people dying .οΉ he grumbles, yet he heads over to the mini bar to pour himself a glass of whiskey .οΉ
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βDeanβ Look, I know you're frustrated.. but stressing yourself out won't help any.β
< He says, hoping to calm his brother down. >
βJust.. get a drink, try to relax... I'll find something.β
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β β β οΉ he doesn't notice the way sam flinches, he's to lost in his own thoughts .οΉ we gotta move, Sammy, if you can't find anything we still gotta do SOMETHING .
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