Okay, Sam’s definition of “moving” doesn’t seem to quite jive with Dean’s.*
The first thing that registered was the noise coming from somewhere in the neighborhood of Dean’s bed, this whimpery little nn nnn! noise that mean whatever he was dreaming about was either really awesome, or really horrible.* I totally made up this title myself because it was untitled and I needed to call it something.
Dean thinks maybe, maybe, he could manage to scream a little more.*
Dean is tired and sore and still really pissed off and hurt about some stuff Sam said in Chicago.*
[part 2]
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