SUBTLE HINTS
WOW: hip. (I might have cheated slightly here!) Subtle hints. Dean is the master of them.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Sam sat at the table in the bunker's main hall, scowling as Dean's tuneless warbling drifted from the kitchen through the corridors.
"If you're going to San Francisco … be sure to wear some flowers in your hair …"
Gritting his teeth, he tried to focus, even though he knew that concentrating on his research was a lost cause.
"…this is the dawning of the age of Aquarius, age of Aquarius … AQUARIUUUUUUUUSSS …"
Sam groaned.
"… Hey Mr Tambourine man, play a song for me …"
"ALRIGHT!" Sam snapped, headbutting the table in desperation; "enough with the hippie songs already. You win. I'll get my damn hair cut tomorrow!"
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