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It's not my favorite weather of all time.

I love the rain!

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Damn November rain

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Text @ Eleanor

Dean: Feel better soon. Anythin' I can bring you?

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So I'm guessin' you went for the boyfriend.

Did they win, at least?

Well,

Nope! I know what a touchdown is…but that’s just about it…

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I'm guessin' you don't follow football much?

Well,

That game was interesting.

I really wish I had a clue what’s going on.

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ask away

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but not him. god, please, not him.

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Text @ Sam

Dean: Okay, okay, just...both of you, be careful. And, no chick flick moments.

Sam: We will be. Don't worry about it.

Dean: Alright then. Might be back in late tonight. Don't bother waiting up.

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Text @ Sam

Sam: I wasn't expecting you to be thrilled, Dean, but a pat on the back or at least an inch of care without you freaking out would have been nice.

Sam: Look, I know you want me happy, I do. Jo makes me happy. It's something you gotta accept for now.

Dean: Okay, okay, just...both of you, be careful. And, no chick flick moments.

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Layla, it's...I have my reasons for not likin' it. Bad, err...bad dream once. Clowns and midgets. Don't ask.

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It is horribly inacc─it's just awful, Layla. Just awful.

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HOW ABOUT NO

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ask away

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"Good," he grinned as his hand patted his stomach. "I'm starving." His hands found their way into the pockets of his jacket and he wet his lips before humming under his breath. This was odd to him, not in the sense of the company, but in the sense that this company wasn't simply a release of pent up desires or a half-ass attempt at gaining information from sources. It was an honest, warm hearted meeting. Of course, if things were to..go down that particular path at some point, whether sooner or later, he wouldn't be against it.

As they walked, he listened when she spoke and laughed and nodded when appropriate. It felt oddly natural, oddly languid and relaxed than he was used to. "My day was...eh, okay, I guess. Nothin' new happened." Dean liked listening to her talk, much more than he enjoyed talking himself. Most of his stories weren't exactly anything he could share, unless he heavily edited it, or tacked on some CliffNotes. "Whenever my brother and I go on a road trip together, we start this silly little pranks. I mean, it's ridiculous, we're grown men but...we didn't have a normal childhood," Dean tiptoed around the subject, really not caring to discuss the exact parameters that statement had. "It's juvenile," he looked around at the trees before finally resting his gaze on her. A chortle passed his lips and he shook his head. "It's downright childish, we're grown men, but somethin' about it makes me feel...normal, and not like I'm bouncin' from town to town on business." Dean shrugged.

"Y'know...I like to fish. I like to sit out by a lake and forget about the world," he stated absentmindedly. He continued to speak as the scenery changed. Flushes of greens and browns faded to soft hues smudged with fog. The scent of the lake hung in the air, and it brought a smile to his face. "Hey, El, thanks for, uh, bringing me out here.:

Cold November || Dean + Eleanor

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Text @ Sam

Sam: Quit doing that. Quit acting like I can instantly agree with you with the snap of a finger. You're not dad and I'm not a little kid. I can make my own decisions, and so can she. Jo's tough. We're working through it together. She's different, Dean.

Sam: Let me be happy for once.

Dean: Let you be happy? Fuck, Sam, I devote a majority of my fuckin' life to you. Just...fuck it.

Dean: Do whatever. Don't mean I'll be thrilled about it.