𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 !

. . . he's going to go there today?

;; should i make ruby or an anna?

he knows the feeling.

he wouldn't know. he has nothing to . . . judge performance by. " he is , what you call , a cry baby. " he's trying his best to back him up here.

oh . . . "then maybe that wasn't sam. " clears throat.

i've heard it. he's worse than the pizza man with marital problems in that one "film" he watched.

. . . nothing in his possession is fake.

he has pictures.

to his recollection , sam still wets the bed.

Every day. . .

" i'm . . . fine. " he emitted a deep sigh ; biting into his own portion as he began to scan the horizon. " dean was right. food is hard to share. "

he returns the sentiment ; although his simper looks as if he is in pain. handing over the cheeseburgers , he dips his head.