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Kenny sat in a corner of the Roadhouse one time when the club met. Dean walked up to him, he was slowly getting to know everyone in the club, and that included the kids. "Hey kid, you immortal or die a lot?"

"I [muffle] die a lot [muffle]," Kenny said. "[muffle] you?"

"Right," Dean said, uncertain as to why this kid has his hood on so tight. "Die a lot dude, I die like every freaking year!"

"[muffle] every [muffle] day!" Kenny replied.

"Don't get me started on the time I died like a hundred times whilst stuck in a time loop of continuous Tuesdays!" Dean continued as if Kenny had never said anything.

"[muffle] died [muffle] least [muffle] 108 times," Kenny said, waiting for Dean's response.

Dean laughed. "You're close kid, I've died 111 times, at least," as Dean spoke his eyes flashed black, then he took a sip of his beer. "I think it's only Harkness that's died more than me."

"I've [muffle] hell," Kenny said, trying to find someway to get this guy to go away.

"Dude, join the club, me and my brother have both been there, it didn't really agree with us though," Dean laughed again. Cas called to Dean from across the bar. "Anyway gotta go!"