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D:  RISIN' UP! BACK ON THE STREETS! S: Dude, go to sleep. It's three in the morning. D: DID MY TIME, TOOK MY CHANCES! S: Seriously, dude. Sleep. D: WENT THE DISTANCE NOW I'M BACK ON MY FEET. S: If I text the lyrics back to you will you go to sleep? D: JUST A MAN AND HIS WILL TO SURVIVE. S: Seriously, dude…you need a life. D:  SO MANY TIMES, IT HAPPENS SO FAST. S: Why the fuck are you yelling at me through a text message? D:  YOU TRADE YOUR PASSION FOR GLORY! S: I can't believe I'm doing this. S: Don't lose your grip, on the dreams of the past. D: YOU MUST FIGHT JUST TO KEEP THEM ALIVE. S: There, I texted a lyric back, are y

D: Did you know Chuck Norris was in Star Wars? S: No he wasn't. You're bull shitting me. D: He was the force. S: You're a dumbass. D: Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants. S: Why don't you bother Cas? I'm sure he'd love to keep you occupied. D: Chuck Norris doesn't sleep. He waits. S: Dude, it's three in the morning. Go to sleep. D:  Chuck Norris does not get frostbite. Chuck bites frost. S: That doesn't even make sense! D: Chuck Norris was once hospitalized due to the fact he kicked his own ass. S: That makes even less sense! D:  Chuck Norris can speak Russian…in Chinese

C: How much value do you place upon your laptop? S: What? C: How much love do you have for your laptop? S: Is this some sort of joke? S: Never mind, this is you. C: I don't understand. S: I feel like you say that every time we talk. C: You are missing the point, Sam. How much value do you place on your laptop? S: I love it. It means a lot to me. I'd be fucked without it. C: Oh… S: Why? C: There is no reason for my inquiry. S: Cas. C: Yes? S: What happened to my laptop? C: …Nothing. S: I will trap you with holy oil unless you tell me what happened. C: Do you recall the film that I took Dean to see? S: The Avengers?

D: Imma eat that hairy leg.         S: What the fuck?!         D: Imma eat that one too.         S: Dude, you're scaring me. What the hell?         D: Oop, I can see right up dem shorts.         S: I have on pants, Dean. What the hell are you talking about?         D: I gotta whole bunch of rows of teeth to chew you with.         S: What are you, a fucking shark?     

       By the time Dean had pulled into town, a light snow was covering the ground. "Dean, it's beautiful!" Cas had his face pressed against the window, and as he spoke his breath fogged the otherwise spotless glass.        Dean shrugged. "It's all right." What he wanted to say was "it's all right compared to you," but he'd be damned if he started to say cheesy shit like that to Castiel just because they were on a date. Cas still had his face pressed against the glass, except now he was making faces. Castiel couldn't feel Dean's eyes on him (either that or he was ignoring

       Some people are morning people. Some people are bright, and cheery, and all around joyful in the mornings. Others are not, these people are the ones who stumble blindly around their house, grumbling, running into things, and swearing as the light hits their eyes. And then there's the worst kind of morning person- Dean Winchester. All too often Sam had run around Bobby's house, followed by a very pissed, gun-toting, older brother, who he had had the misfortune of waking up.                Bobby was sitting on his couch, half-asleep