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"Come on, Sammy, let go of the bar," Dean hissed.
"No. Linda wants me to go home with her," Sam giggled and lurched a little in Linda's direction.
"Talk about rode hard and put up wet. Do not go there, you'll regret it, "Dean continued to coax his brother.
Linda began to pull on Sam's arm. "I'll see you later, Dean."
"Sam, remember what that man witch did to you?"
"Yeah," Sam turned pink and wiggled uncomfortably.
"She can do worse. Without working a spell. Ya get what I'm saying here?"
"Ooooohhhh. Bye Linda. Can I get more beer since I don't have a girl anymore?"
"I like your priorities when you're drunk, Sammy."