APROPOS OF NOTHING
"This is freaking ridiculous!" Sam said furiously.
"Chill, Sam," Dean said, cool as the proverbial cucumber. "No need to flip out. You've done your due diligence. It'll work out."
"Damn it, Dean!" Sam slammed his hand down on the desk. "If this doesn't work, you're gonna spend the rest of your short freaking life on a geriatric ward!" Tears of rage filled his eyes.
Dean patted his arm awkwardly. "Come on, it'll be okay."
Inconsolable, Sam pulled away. "No, it won't. Incendiary doesn't mean okay. When that thing blows it's gonna take the rest of your life with it!"
incendiary
