[ He turns and leans forward, as if trying to look into the bag. Even if it was something private, Dean didn't really care. They'd known each other forever, it didn't matter. ]
'course not. Where do you wanna go next? [ He smiles with sincerity, perhaps only dampened by the fact that he was sneaking his hand into the bag. ]
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'course not. Where do you wanna go next? [ He smiles with sincerity, perhaps only dampened by the fact that he was sneaking his hand into the bag. ]