That sure hits different when you never thought you'd hear it said again.
Man this is wrong. Everything about it. The bar, the symbolism, the familiarity.
"There might be a cellar?" He supplies, trailing along, back kept to the nearest wall. Sam looks for a bat or a fire axe but doesn't see anything useful and as stupid as directing the (possible?) devil into a cellar may sound.. what has he got to lose. You want him to play your game? Fine. He's playing. Screw you.
"Or something in the back. Maybe a kitchen?"
Dead men don't eat, Sam. Is the fire in your veins eating your brain? C'mon. Tick, tock, tick tock, he can hear Lucifer sing just behind his ear. C'mon Sammy, this isn't a long burn. Do the work. Jump the hoops. Play with me.
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Man this is wrong. Everything about it. The bar, the symbolism, the familiarity.
"There might be a cellar?" He supplies, trailing along, back kept to the nearest wall. Sam looks for a bat or a fire axe but doesn't see anything useful and as stupid as directing the (possible?) devil into a cellar may sound.. what has he got to lose. You want him to play your game? Fine. He's playing. Screw you.
"Or something in the back. Maybe a kitchen?"
Dead men don't eat, Sam. Is the fire in your veins eating your brain? C'mon. Tick, tock, tick tock, he can hear Lucifer sing just behind his ear. C'mon Sammy, this isn't a long burn. Do the work. Jump the hoops. Play with me.