[Dean almost interrupts Sam, almost. But he holds his tongue until the end, biding his time, careful about not letting anything slip. Because God, what if he did? What if Sam knew while he was here? He'd never forgive Dean.]
You don't hafta worry about a damn thing, 'cause we'll get you out. Me 'n Bobby on it like white on rice, you got that?
[And don't you ever fucking forget it.]
Yellow-Eyes, whatever- whatever the Hell he's cookin' up, it doesn't mean jack to us, and you're gonna be fine.
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[Dean almost interrupts Sam, almost. But he holds his tongue until the end, biding his time, careful about not letting anything slip. Because God, what if he did? What if Sam knew while he was here? He'd never forgive Dean.]
You don't hafta worry about a damn thing, 'cause we'll get you out. Me 'n Bobby on it like white on rice, you got that?
[And don't you ever fucking forget it.]
Yellow-Eyes, whatever- whatever the Hell he's cookin' up, it doesn't mean jack to us, and you're gonna be fine.