[ Dean isn't exactly subtle. Like, he tries to float under the radar, because it's safer that way and there's less chance of something like this happening, but sometimes you gotta be loud.
It happens.
Dean's pretty sure this douchebag is some kind of Federale looking for him after his stint in New Mexico, so it's not much of a surprise that the dickhead fullnames him and babbles some bullshit about being chosen.
Chosen for a holding cell in friggin San Jeronimo, so no thanks, bud. ]
I don't care. [ And it's true. Dean doesn't care why the guy is here, he doesn't care if he's 'chosen' or...what the fuck ever. Dean just knows that this isn't his cup of tea, and he's not trying to go with some fucking lunatic that approached him in a gas station in Pontiac, Illinois. ] Like I said. [ Dean tells him, pocketing his change, reaching behind him to grip the handle of his colt. ]
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It happens.
Dean's pretty sure this douchebag is some kind of Federale looking for him after his stint in New Mexico, so it's not much of a surprise that the dickhead fullnames him and babbles some bullshit about being chosen.
Chosen for a holding cell in friggin San Jeronimo, so no thanks, bud. ]
I don't care. [ And it's true. Dean doesn't care why the guy is here, he doesn't care if he's 'chosen' or...what the fuck ever. Dean just knows that this isn't his cup of tea, and he's not trying to go with some fucking lunatic that approached him in a gas station in Pontiac, Illinois. ] Like I said. [ Dean tells him, pocketing his change, reaching behind him to grip the handle of his colt. ]
Find someone else.