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Of course you would show up now. You almost dropped me! Don’t think I won’t still shoot your ass, Crowley. Now, where’s my damn dinner you promised?

I ain’t an invalid

I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet! Well, at least not anymore. I’m just your average alcoholic that puts his pants on one leg at a time like every other miserable bastard out there. That being said, I ain’t invincible neither. Dean and I were working a case last week, and we found ourselves being chased by a particularly pissy werewolf when I fell into a damn hole, an old mine shaft actually. I banged up my ankle pretty good, but I still managed to shoot the bastard before he got my boy. Now everyone wants to wait on me hand and foot, and I ain’t having it. The boys even tried to convince me to let Jody come stay with me for a week or two until I am, and I quote, “back on my feet”. Don’t get me wrong, I like Jody, but I am more than capable of managing myself. Unfortunately, my suggestion to the boys may not have been that nice. Dean even offered to call Castiel and have him come heal me, but he is busy working a case on the other side of the country, much more important than a sprained ankle. I can survive a week or two without angelic healing powers, even if I am getting a bit stir crazy.

Worst of all, Dean couldn’t get me out of the damn hole, so he had to summon Crowley to get me back home. The smug bastard made sure to make things as infuriating slow as possible until I threatened to shoot him. Now he won’t leave me alone either. He’s been popping in once a day to check up on me, and I have thought about warding the place to get some damn peace. He did finally bring me that whiskey, and I would be lying if I said he didn’t have good taste. Yesterday, he promised to bring more with him today, and he also insisted on bringing dinner. I guess the nosy bastard has noticed the lack of groceries. He may be a pompous son of a bitch, but he is not nearly as bad as he thinks he is. Tell him that, and I’ll have to kill ya.

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I ain’t an invalid

I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet! Well, at least not anymore. I’m just your average alcoholic that puts his pants on one leg at a time like every other miserable bastard out there. That being said, I ain’t invincible neither. Dean and I were working a case last week, and we found ourselves being chased by a particularly pissy werewolf when I fell into a damn hole, an old mine shaft actually. I banged up my ankle pretty good, but I still managed to shoot the bastard before he got my boy. Now everyone wants to wait on me hand and foot, and I ain’t having it. The boys even tried to convince me to let Jody come stay with me for a week or two until I am, and I quote, “back on my feet”. Don’t get me wrong, I like Jody, but I am more than capable of managing myself. Unfortunately, my suggestion to the boys may not have been that nice. Dean even offered to call Castiel and have him come heal me, but he is busy working a case on the other side of the country, much more important than a sprained ankle. I can survive a week or two without angelic healing powers, even if I am getting a bit stir crazy.

Worst of all, Dean couldn’t get me out of the damn hole, so he had to summon Crowley to get me back home. The smug bastard made sure to make things as infuriating slow as possible until I threatened to shoot him. Now he won’t leave me alone either. He’s been popping in once a day to check up on me, and I have thought about warding the place to get some damn peace. He did finally bring me that whiskey, and I would be lying if I said he didn’t have good taste. Yesterday, he promised to bring more with him today, and he also insisted on bringing dinner. I guess the nosy bastard has noticed the lack of groceries. He may be a pompous son of a bitch, but he is not nearly as bad as he thinks he is. Tell him that, and I’ll have to kill ya.

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Go to hell, Crowley.

The King of Hell owes me more whiskey

I never knew that coming back could be so damn exhausting. I’ve been back for less than a week and everyone already wants something. It was nice to see my boys today, but the new phone they got me is already ringing off the hook like every damn idjit under the sun has held in all of their questions until exactly now. I finally got the damn thing to shut up and was sitting down to put my feet up when that bastard Crowley showed up and made me spill my god damn drink. I guess he’s back, too. Great, just what I need. Well, the King of Hell ain’t just gonna pop into my kitchen again without bringing me some replacement liquor. Oh, and I sure as hell ain’t kissing him again neither.

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The King of Hell owes me more whiskey

I never knew that coming back could be so damn exhausting. I’ve been back for less than a week and everyone already wants something. It was nice to see my boys today, but the new phone they got me is already ringing off the hook like every damn idjit under the sun has held in all of their questions until exactly now. I finally got the damn thing to shut up and was sitting down to put my feet up when that bastard Crowley showed up and made me spill my god damn drink. I guess he’s back, too. Great, just what I need. Well, the King of Hell ain’t just gonna pop into my kitchen again without bringing me some replacement liquor. Oh, and I sure as hell ain’t kissing him again neither.

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I’m back, idjits

What in the hell are you doing here? I don’t know ho- Look, if you missed me, that’s on you. I may or may not have missed you, too. Are we done feeling our feelings? Because I’d like to wrap this up before we both start growing lady parts. I’m here to do my damn job and answer your questions, so let’s get this show on the road. I got other things to do here, so get out. If you need me, don’t.

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