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"Dean," Sam whispered. "Dean, are you awake?"
"....."
"Dean? Ow! Dude, that hit me in the eye!"
"What the hell do you want? It's freaking four a.m."
"The sink's dripping."
"So go turn it off."
"But there are clowns on the walls in there."
Dean stomped to the bathroom to stop the annoying drip. "We're gonna be on this case for a while, so we'll paint over the clowns tomorrow, okay? You stink and have your own key to the gas station bathroom, freak."
