( Don't be eighteen. Not that anything's wrong with being eighteen, but being in a place like this, Dean wouldn't wish it on any eighteen year old.
Dean grabs a DOF and scoops ice into it. He tips over the well tequila bottle, pouring, while spraying the sprite from the soda gun. He affixes a limb and sticks a straw into the drink as he sets it down in front of Jeff.
Grabbing the empty shot glasses, he places them down below. )
One younger brother, Sam. And a half brother, but he's no longer in the picture.
( He was forgotten, then sent to Hell. Then back and forth and finally snapped away to oblivion. Maybe Jack snapped him back into existence. Dean doesn't know. )
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( Don't be eighteen. Not that anything's wrong with being eighteen, but being in a place like this, Dean wouldn't wish it on any eighteen year old.
Dean grabs a DOF and scoops ice into it. He tips over the well tequila bottle, pouring, while spraying the sprite from the soda gun. He affixes a limb and sticks a straw into the drink as he sets it down in front of Jeff.
Grabbing the empty shot glasses, he places them down below. )
One younger brother, Sam. And a half brother, but he's no longer in the picture.
( He was forgotten, then sent to Hell. Then back and forth and finally snapped away to oblivion. Maybe Jack snapped him back into existence. Dean doesn't know. )