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I can already see you two are a little too alike.

[Sam's suddenly quite — hesitant, though.

Like something didn't quite occur to him until now.]

Right.
Can't exactly get by with fake credit cards or bartering, huh?

i mean she is my dream guide. if it makes you feel better, she torments me mercilessly.

not so much. and dean didn't want to sponsor my desire to fill this place with plants and weird furniture. made me find a job, just because he paid for this house and all the food and the alcohol i stole from him.

you don't have to worry, though. f.e.a.r. pays handsomely. between dean and myself, we're doing pretty well.

stupid, isn't it. i die, and what do I get for it? capitalism.

[While he'd like to smile about the fact that Cas is tormented mercilessly by his dream guide... there's a twist in his gut at the mention of Cas' demise. (Lucifer walked me around and lead Croats and demons, left Cas to die, created that world where they never stood a chance-)

But he shakes it off, rubs a hand over his face and recovers.

C'mon, Sam, get over yourself.]

I suppose I should figure out a way to help with paying for things.
I don't know if doing all your chores will make up for my being here, and all.

you could work at fear, so I could have someone to shoot the paintball gun at.

on the other hand, I could just shoot your brother in the dick. for the fun of it.

what do you like to do, you think? you're bound to have a better skill set than I do.

I might actually make money, just to pay to watch that.
But no, I uh
I'm avoiding old gigs. Gun-related gigs. Better to just stick with a knife and a less violent job.

Haven't hunted in years, anyway.
Worked at a bar for a few months? The tips were nice.
I did work as a maintenance guy, too, for a little while.
Mostly motels. Stick with what you know, and all that.

so you're telling me if I set up my fluid to record and shoot your brother in the crotch with a paintball gun, I might actually get a laugh out of you?

now that just might be worth it.

i'll report back to you on that undertaking. thank you for the inspiration.

there's bars in deerington, no? you could always do that. or the library, perhaps.

in the meantime if you'd like some money, you can borrow it from me. pay me back later. I honestly barely know what to do with all of it anyway.

I'll neither deny nor confirm that question.

[It might get a laugh out of him.]

Just not sure I should be out in town much.
Long enough to get a little cash every once in a while.
It's not exactly smart to put the guy with the devil inside him at a 9 to 5 job.

And you're not gonna spend your money on me, okay? I'll figure something out.
Always have.

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