"Flip," Dean complained, then glowered at Sam – like it was his fault.
"Just try to stop saying it."
"I am trying. Hurry with that counter-spell! Flippin' witches!"
Sam smirked as he shredded ingredients into the bowl. "It's kinda poetic justice, Dean. You did call Rowena a b—"
"She is a flip!" Dean launched a frustrated kick at the bed, stubbed his toe and yelled "flip!" then "FLIP!"
Sam finished the incantation and nodded.
"Son of a bitch," Dean murmured, then grinned and yelled triumphantly "SON OF A BITCH!" He collapsed on the bed with relief.
"Feel better now?"
"Much."
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