"He's distracted," Dean tells Derek, smirking a little. "I told him Kashi uses inorganic rice crisps and he's in there writing an impassioned letter."
He lifts his head when Noah moves closer, eying the bag in his hands. "My daddy raised me not to do drugs," he says, which is an absurd thing to come out of a thirty-nine year old man's mouth, unless that man's father was John Winchester. Half of what Dean is, John drilled into his bones.
Still. "I'm supposed to keep eating. I don't think I can manage another bite of peanut butter."
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Date: 2015-10-09 12:47 am (UTC)He lifts his head when Noah moves closer, eying the bag in his hands. "My daddy raised me not to do drugs," he says, which is an absurd thing to come out of a thirty-nine year old man's mouth, unless that man's father was John Winchester. Half of what Dean is, John drilled into his bones.
Still. "I'm supposed to keep eating. I don't think I can manage another bite of peanut butter."