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Date:
2007-11-03 05:35 am (UTC)
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You bet your ass it's working, Sam.
Dean holds Sammy's look for a second, then shifts his attention back to Meg. Better get a grip while the getting's good, right?
Maybe he spoke too soon.
Meg looks up at him, smile still firmly in place. Dean'll give her this, she's a freakin' good actress.
"I'm going to kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body."
Dean smiles at her, eyebrows raised.
"I'm touched. Really. But I'm pretty sure you're gonna burn in hell."
Beat.
"Unless you tell us where our Dad is."
He pauses again, waiting. Meg doesn't do anything except smile. Well--he never really figured this was gonna be easy.
"Guess you'll end up with a pretty nice tan, though."
You know, if she likes that kinda shit.
Sam gets another look, and the tiniest of nods.
Go on, Sammy. Make the bitch
hurt
.
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Date: 2007-11-03 05:35 am (UTC)Dean holds Sammy's look for a second, then shifts his attention back to Meg. Better get a grip while the getting's good, right?
Maybe he spoke too soon.
Meg looks up at him, smile still firmly in place. Dean'll give her this, she's a freakin' good actress.
"I'm going to kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body."
Dean smiles at her, eyebrows raised.
"I'm touched. Really. But I'm pretty sure you're gonna burn in hell."
Beat.
"Unless you tell us where our Dad is."
He pauses again, waiting. Meg doesn't do anything except smile. Well--he never really figured this was gonna be easy.
"Guess you'll end up with a pretty nice tan, though."
You know, if she likes that kinda shit.
Sam gets another look, and the tiniest of nods.
Go on, Sammy. Make the bitch hurt.