Of course the second they both heard Eliot yell Sam turned to look at the door. "Thank you!" He yelled back just as Dean punched him hard in the shoulder. "You shut the hell up, Eliot!" He snarled back at the door before suddenly Sam was shoving the gun into his hand and getting in the Impala.
"You heard him. He wants you to have the gun. I'm not arguing." Sam smirked at him before waving. Dean just shook his head, shoving it in the back of his jeans. "Hand me a few bills from the glove compartment." He grumbled angrily, glaring at the door until Sam shoved the money into his hand.
Finally he turned, flipping Sam off before storming into the hotel room and slamming the door. "You say....one fucking word right now and I swear..." He pulled the gun out, showing it to him before slamming it down on the table. "I want to hit you." He just shook his head, anger making his vision swim.
"I love how no one ever fucking listens to me. You, Sam...no one. Well fuck him and fuck you right now!" He walked over to the couch, dropping down before turning the tv on, pointedly ignoring Eliot.
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"You heard him. He wants you to have the gun. I'm not arguing." Sam smirked at him before waving. Dean just shook his head, shoving it in the back of his jeans. "Hand me a few bills from the glove compartment." He grumbled angrily, glaring at the door until Sam shoved the money into his hand.
Finally he turned, flipping Sam off before storming into the hotel room and slamming the door. "You say....one fucking word right now and I swear..." He pulled the gun out, showing it to him before slamming it down on the table. "I want to hit you." He just shook his head, anger making his vision swim.
"I love how no one ever fucking listens to me. You, Sam...no one. Well fuck him and fuck you right now!" He walked over to the couch, dropping down before turning the tv on, pointedly ignoring Eliot.