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[Grumbles] I don't need a haircut.

Yeah, for you.

It's not my fault you've got lovely, girly treases.

At least I don't use half a bottle of hair gel.

[grinning] You're jus' jealous my hair is amazing.

I'm not one for the buzz cut, Dean.

S'better than lookin' like a pantene model.

Ha ha. That's hilarious.

Anyway, can we get off the topic of my hair?

All right fine, y'got a job yet?

Nope. Still thinking about that alpha shifter at the moment.

Any ideas?

Nope. Did some research and there's almost next to nothing on it.

So we're kind of royally screwed?

Oh yeah. I don't know what to do man.

[sarcastically] Well, m'sure Grandpa'll help you out.

I really wish you'd give him a chance, Dean. He's doing good things.

I don't trust any o' them, Sammy.

They're family. Mom's family.

They ain't mine, Sam.

They could be if you give them a chance.

Or if they get forced on me.

I'm not trying to force them on you, Dean.

You're not?

No.

S'not how it feels.

What else do you want me to say?

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