[Dean turns the coffee mug in his hand a bit, not paying much attention to it as he listens; the cool, detached voice in the back of his head muses on how ridiculous it is that he doesn't even react to things like "alternate universe" anymore and how much fun Sam would make of him for that.
The rest of his thoughts, though, are already tracking what this means; the way Dean's shoulders tense and draw even with one another out of his previously casual slouch is distinctive, a muscle in his jaw tightening ever so slightly before he's speaking seriously.]
[ Spam ]
The rest of his thoughts, though, are already tracking what this means; the way Dean's shoulders tense and draw even with one another out of his previously casual slouch is distinctive, a muscle in his jaw tightening ever so slightly before he's speaking seriously.]
We gonna have a problem with him?
[We.]