A/N: I can't stop.
I'm told it's Sam's turn soon?
Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, tries again.
"OK. It's like you're trapped in a vampires' nest with nothing but a pencil. And..."
"Vabpires pack. Wudd of 'eb would have a dife. I'd take it, add kill 'eb all."
"No. There's no knife."
"Thed I'd BacGyver wudd up."
"No props. Just the pencil. You're trapped. And this bed..."
"Do I have clothes?"
Sam grits his teeth. "You have clothes, but no buttons or zippers. And this bed is a secret trapdoor; if you climb into it, they can't get you. Because you're resting. Get it?"
Dean sneezes, snuffles. "Huh?"
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