Rather than answer, Dean grunts and gets his whiskey. "Bitch, you don't have to ease into tell me and I'd be pissed if you lied to me. Like I wouldn't notice when you didn't show up one day," he glares at Sam. "Major head trauma might bring your memories back. You don't know." He takes a sip of his whiskey and manages to look surprise. "Me? I'm a teddybear."
Dean nods a little. "Just...keep me updated. I don't want to be surprised you're gone one day."
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Dean nods a little. "Just...keep me updated. I don't want to be surprised you're gone one day."