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[torndownsoldier.livejournal.com]

"So what are we dealin' with?"

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[samanthawinchester]

[Sammy, once the pious God-fearing girl, just shrugs dismissively, honestly not caring if it's all that skeevy or not. They do what they have to do, and it might be kind of gross, but it's necessary and somehow the younger Winchester suspects that God isn't getting hung up on details.] Eh, I guess.

[She tosses him the keys when they get to the Impala; when he gets in and starts her up, he'll find that his CDs have been replaced with things like Ke$ha and Lady Gaga.]

[torndownsoldier.livejournal.com]

[asdfhjkl; just flinching forever and battling his car] What the hell?

[samanthawinchester]

[Excuse her, she's laughing her ass off in the passenger's seat. Not dignified laughing, either- pointing and snorting are involved.] Your face, dude.

[torndownsoldier.livejournal.com]

[Still flailing, flailing forever] Sam! Don't do that to my baby.

[samanthawinchester]

[Laughing forever at u] If you ever want to see your music again~

[torndownsoldier.livejournal.com]

What have y'done to my tapes, bitch?

[samanthawinchester]

[Hits him lightly] Stop calling me bitch. You know, you should really think about joining the 21st century. You don't even need an iPod deck.

[torndownsoldier.livejournal.com]

I like crap the way I like it, Sam. The tapes are still workin', they're fine.

[samanthawinchester]

Whatever, man. [She knows better than to try modernizing her brother with any real feeling, so she reaches back to pull some tapes from the duffel.] Here.

[torndownsoldier.livejournal.com]

[Tapes. He loves you, tapes. Shoving them into the deck, Dean just grins when Enter Sandman blares out] Hell yeah.