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” – he’s fucking fine. He just needs to settle down.” Coarse hands crashing into one another with a thundering clap, Dean snapped both sets of index fingers and thumbs – pointing to the makeshift bed he had laid out for the pacing servant of the Lord the evening before. “Go to bed, Cass.”

“Yes, Dean. Because he’s just like a dog.” Disheveled threads of brunette strands lingered in front of Sam’s eyes, but Dean could still feel the disapproving glare that was being sent his way.

“What’d you expect me to do?”

“Christ, I dunno’. Take him for a walk or something.”

“How is that not treating him like a dog?”