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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam let out a loud and long moan as Dean started nibbling on the front of his throat while pounding into him. Then Dean claimed his mouth, both of them panting heavily while the blond dug his nails into his husband’s sides. “Oh, god,” Dean breathed as he climaxed. Liam wasn’t far behind him, biting Dean’s shoulder to stifle the cry that almost came out of him.

Liam relaxed when Dean rolled off of him, both of them trying to catch their breath. “Would you call that an upside to being an adult again?” the blond smirked.

“Fuck yes,” Dean answered without any hesitation. “I don’t know what got into you this morning, but you won’t find me complaining.”

Liam chuckled and rolled over to kiss Dean’s shoulder. “I’m a horny bastard, you should know that by now.”

“Oh, I know. But I just woke up and was practically attacked.”

“I thought you said you weren’t complaining.”

“I’m not. That needs to happen more often. But we need to get up. I need coffee, and I need to tell Sam about that case I found before bed.”

Liam kissed his husband tenderly. “I get out of bed in protest. I’ll be in the shower.”

Dean grabbed a cup of coffee and found Sam in the library. “Morning.”

“My morning wasn’t as good as yours,” Sam commented. “I know Liam is a screamer, but jeez...”

Dean got an evil smirk on his lips. “Oh, he tries to keep it down per your request, but I just love pushing those buttons.”

“Not helpful.”

“Sorry. Anything from Cas?”

“Uh, good news, bad news. Bad news, he discovered riverboat gambling. Good news, he thinks he might be closing in on Cain.”

Dean sat on the edge of the table. “Oh wow. He thinks he might be.”

“Yeah. Just east of the Mississippi somewhere in Illinois.”

“So maybe Cas finds Cain in the land of Lincoln. And then what?”

Sam was surprised by his brother’s lack of enthusiasm. “And then we get him to tell us how to get rid of the mark.”

“Don’t you think that if Cain knew how to remove the mark, he would have done it like centuries ago?”

“We won’t know til we try.”

“Sammy, I appreciate the effort, man. I do. But trying to find a cure for this thing, It’s like a dog chasing its tail. There’s no end in sight and you just end up dizzy. Anyway, I found us a case last night. Check this out. Iowa teen claims possessed pickup kills driver. Let’s say we take our own trek to, uh, the Midwest.”

“Might as well. Where’s Liam?”

“Taking a shower. We already got ourselves together before bed when I found the case. I just need to make sure he eats something before we roll.”

“I guess I should go gather my stuff too.”

They drove out to the college the victim as from. As they were walking around Dean eyed two girls walking past them. “Sorry I ever made you leave,” he commented to Sam.

“The naughty things I could do to him...” Liam mumbled with a smirk when a hot guy passed them.

“Stop that!” Dean snapped.

Liam raised an eyebrow. “What, don’t like it when the tables are turned?”

“Why don’t you go back to giving me dirty looks.”

The blond laughed. “Because my new way of handling things is a lot more fun. Hey, I’m looking, but so far not touching.”

Dean grumbled under his breath. “You better not touch. I don’t share.”

They went inside a large building and came across two more girls coming down some stairs. “Uh, which one of you is Janet Novoselic?” Sam asked.

“I am,” the dark haired girl replied. They showed her their badges. “Bye,” she said to her friend and walked over to a corner with them. “I already talked to the police like nine times.”

“This is uh, just a follow up,” Dean said.

“I have finals tomorrow.”

“Then we’ll make it fast. I promise,” Sam tried to assure her.

She nodded and took them to the library for a quieter place to talk. “It’s like I told the detective. I was drunk, but I wasn’t hallucinating. The truck had a mind of its own.”

“How so?” Dean asked.

“Like, the air went full blast even though it wasn’t on, and the radio went crazy, and so did Trini.”

“And Trini is…?” Dean didn’t understand.

“Ah, you have to excuse my partner,” Sam jumped in. “When it comes to technology, he’s a little behind. Uh, he just learned how to poke on Facebook.”

“Trini is the nav app we were using. It’s like a talking map. You’re Gen X. Right.”

Dean’s nostrils flared a little in annoyance. “Okay, so Trini and everything else in the truck went all ‘Christine’.”

“Who’s Christine?” It was Janet’s turn to be confused.

“It’s a Gen X thing.”

“Look, I don’t expect you to believe me. But, I swear that truck was hell bent on killing Billy.”

“Did Billy have any enemies? Anybody who might have had a beef with him?” Sam asked.

“Maybe his brother Joey. They fought all the time. It’s so sad. They never got to set it right.”

“Because Billy died,” Dean nodded.

“No. Joey did. In Afghanistan.”

“Do you know where he’s buried?” Sam asked, thinking they might be getting somewhere.

“He’s not. Poor guy never came home. IED.”

“Did Billy happen to have anything of his brother’s on him when he died? Uh, dog tags, a hat, something?” Dean asked.

“Just his pickup.”

“So the truck belonged to Joey?” That caught Sam’s interest.

“Yeah. It was his pride and joy. Billy got it when he died, and, you know, it’s a thing.” Her phone started ringing. “Excuse me,” she answered and walked away.

“So, what’s a thing?” Sam didn’t understand.

“You know, the truck thing,” Dean tried to explain. “You honor the deceased by driving their truck. Sam, they wrote a whole country song about it. Why don’t you Google it?”

They did a quick search to find out what happened to the truck. It seemed like an open and shut case. Late that night they broke into the impound lot. Sam looked around. “Alright, so we’re looking for something that used to resemble a pickup truck.”

“Over here,” Liam led them to what looked like a pickup with the front end smashed in. The license plate read ‘SEMPERFI’. “Yeah, this belonged to a marine.”

Sam shined his flashlight on the driver’s seat. It was covered in black goo. “I’m guessing this ain’t oil.”

“That is ectoplasm,” Dean confirmed.

Sam got out the EMF detector just to be sure, and the lights flashed. “Look at this. Joey?”

“Looks like it,” Dean nodded. “Alright, so big brother didn’t get along with little brother, was pissed that he was driving his baby. I get it.”

“What are you saying? If you died and I drove your car, you’d kill me?” Sam gave his brother a strange look.

“If you stunk her up with tacquitos, probably.”

“Who says Sam would be driving her anyway?” Liam started pouring the salt. “I would think that as your husband I would inherit your stuff.”

“With the way you drive…?” Dean scoffed as he spread the gas around.

“What’s wrong with the way I drive?”

Dean lit a matchbook and tossed it into the truck, watching it go up in flames. “Nothing if you’re behind the wheel of something with a lot of safety features. Ow!” he cried when Liam kicked him in the leg. “Maybe if you were a little nicer to me...”

They were getting ready to leave in the morning when they got news of yet another death. Just to be sure they weren’t leaving any loose ends, they decided to check it out. When they were on campus again Dean couldn’t help but check out a few more girls. Liam huffed, but instead of saying anything to Dean, he approached a young man he caught looking his way. “Hi there,” he gave a charming smile. “In between classes?”

“Yeah,” the guy blushed a little. “You guys must be here about the girl who was strangled.”

“We are. You wouldn’t happen to know anything that would be helpful, would you?”

“Uh, no, sorry.”

“That’s all right. Doing anything interesting later?”

At that, Dean had had enough. Before the guy could answer he marched over and grabbed the blond’s wrist roughly. “He’s taken,” he gave the college student a glare.

“Ow!” Liam jerked his wrist back. “Now who’s the one being mean?”

“You really need to knock off this whole get even policy,” Dean growled at him. “At least I wasn’t flirting.”

“This time,” Liam shot back.

Dean’s jaw clenched. “You and I, we’re gonna have a little chat later. We’re working now, so act like it.”

They found the dorm room and met a female detective who took them behind the yellow tape once they showed their badges. “Delilah Marian, the roommate, found her this morning after an all nighter at the library. Sicko used the power cord from the computer.”

“Suspects?” Dean asked.

“None yet. The odd thing was the door was locked.”

“Have you talked to any of the other girls who live here?” Sam asked.

“Well most of them have already left for spring break. But the roommate was really helpful. She gave us all of Julie’s passwords. And nowadays, the only way to find out anything about teenagers is through social media. Trust me, I got two of them. Excuse me, agents.” She went back out of the room.

“Vengeful spirit, much?” Dean pulled out the EMF detector.

“Yeah, but is it Joey’s or another ghost?” Sam wondered.

“I don’t know.” Dean put the detector by the laptop and it lit up.

“If it’s the same spirit, how the hell was it in a truck one night, and a laptop the other?” Liam was confused.

“Good question,” Sam was just as stumped. “I mean, they usually anchor themselves to a place or a thing. How is this one jumping from one machine to the next?” He picked up the laptop so they could go through it.

They found the roommate and got her to sit down with them. “We really appreciate your help, Delilah. We know this can’t possibly be easy. Did Julie by chance know a student named Billy Bass?” Sam asked her.

“Everyone knew Billy. He was the President of Sigma Theta Delta.”

“Did, uh, Julie know Billy’s brother Joey, the soldier?” Dean probed.

“I don’t think so. I didn’t even know Billy had a brother.”

“Did she have any enemies? Any reason why someone might want to hurt her?” Liam asked.

“No. Julie was really popular, super sweet. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt her.”

“You know we’re federal agents, right? Lying to us is a big time offense,” Dean got the feeling she wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“I’m not lying Agent. There’s just… There’s nothing else to tell.”

They went to the cafeteria to grab a bite and go through Julie’s laptop. Sam sat at a table with the laptop while Dean and Liam went to go get some food. Dean came back with a tray piled high with food. “Alright. And a café au lait for the lady,” he handed Sam the coffee he asked for. “Is that all you’re gonna eat?” he looked questioningly at Liam who only had a slice of pizza and a soda.

“Yeah, it is,” the blond sat down.

Dean just sighed and turned back to his own tray. “This is unreal. Look at this. I got Italian. I got Chinese. Serve yourself froyo. College is better than Vegas. What do you got?” he asked Sam.

“Unfortunately, a lot of nada. I hit up Julie’s Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Instachat, Snapchat, AIM… Nothing but posts on Rush and ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’, the movie, not the book.”

“Yeah. I didn’t get half of that,” Dean said with his mouth full.

“It doesn’t matter. Now I’m going through her deleted files.”

“You can do that?”

“Yeah. I mean, nothing ever really gets deleted from the Internet. You knew that, right?”

Dean paused for a moment, looking surprised. “Yeah.”

“Alright. Here we go. This might be something. It’s a, uh, deleted Instachat from last night right around time of death.”

“With who?” Liam asked.

“With PrincessElsa8. Look at this.” He turned the screen around so they could see.

“Liar. I know. You’ll pay,” Dean read the messages out loud. “Well, this Princess Elsa’s a bitch. What’s 810?” The number appeared several times.

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s a date.”

“Maybe it’s a time of day. Or an area code,” Dean suggested.

Sam did a little quick searching. “Uh, area code is for southeast Michigan. You know what? Here we go. There are three addresses in Spencer that have 810 in them.”

“I’ll see if I can get this to go,” Dean got up.

They drove to one of the addresses, and Sam made a few phone calls to find out where the threatening messages had come from. He hung up when they pulled in front of 810 Downs Drive. “So PrincessElsa8 is not some crazed cyber killer. She is a third grader from Lake Nebagamon, Wisconsin, who is obsessed with ‘Frozen’. And she was fast asleep when the Instachat occurred.”

“So, a hack job,” Dean summed it up.

They watched as a woman came out of the house with a garbage bag. She went over to a nearby utility poll and started picking up bouquets of flowers that had been left there, and she threw them in the trash bag. They got out of the car and went over to her, flashing their badges. “Excuse me, ma’am. May we, uh, ask what you’re doing?” Sam asked her.

“Um, throwing away dead flowers. Is that a crime?”

“Well, it’s not a crime, just a little strange, uh, seeing as how they aren’t dead,” Dean commented.

“It’s not so strange when it feels like they’re taunting you. My husband was killed in a car accident here nine months ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam offered condolences.

“Thank you. We were newlyweds. Never even made it to our first anniversary. And to have to be reminded of that every time I look out my window or leave the house...”

“Understandable,” Dean nodded.

“Forgive me, but did you notice anything weird after your husband’s death. Any strange disturbances or…?” Sam probed.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“It’s nothing. Never mind. Any idea who’s leaving the flowers?”

“Some teenage girl. I think she goes to the college because she’s always in Greek letters.”

“Do you know her name?”

“No. Uh, she has long red hair.”

“Well, thank you for your time,” Dean gave her a small smile before they went back to the car.

“Am I the only one thinking there was more to this fatal accident than meets the eye?” Liam asked as he got into the backseat.

“Nope,” Dean replied as he started the engine and headed back toward the college.

Sam did some digging on the accident and the man who was killed with his tablet. “Look at this. Uh, Andrew Silver, twenty nine year old Spencer High School teacher killed in fatal accident. Uh, car burst into flames. Silver’s body was burned beyond recognition. And he is believed to have been killed upon impact.”

Dean took it all in. “Okay. So Andy the angry ghost, he dies at 810 Downs Drive. And then he torments Julie with 810 on her computer. So, what’s his beef with her?”

“Yeah, and what’s his connection to Billy?” Liam asked.

“Does it say where he’s buried?” Dean asked his brother.

“He wasn’t. He was cremated,” Sam responded.

Dean sighed. “So no bones, and he’s not tethered to any object that we know of.”

“Yeah,” Sam put the tablet down. “How is Andrew haunting his victims?”

Liam bit his lip. “So far it’s been electronic devices. He was killed right by a utility poll. Maybe he attached to the electric wires?”

“Nothing in that truck was plugged into anything,” Dean pointed out.

Delilah called Dean freaking out because another one of her friends had died. They found her in the hallway of the dorm. “Are you okay?” Sam asked her as Dean and Liam went to see what happened.

“Not really,” she answered, still very shaky.

A few minutes later Dean and Liam returned. “Kyle’s brains were jellied by his speakers,” Dean informed his brother. “Oh, and get this. The, uh, clock on his stereo stopped at 8:10.”

“Second death involving that number,” Liam gave the girl a knowing look. She had to be hiding something.

“Look we know you’re the one leaving the flowers. So, why don’t you just tell us what happened the night of Andrew Silver’s accident?” Dean flat out confronted her.

“Delilah, please. This is the third death in five days. Who knows who’s gonna be next,” Sam tried to use a lighter touch.

“I am. The car accident wasn’t exactly an accident.” She took them to her room and told them all about the night the four of them were in Billy’s truck driving around. All of them, Billy included, were on their phones. Billy almost collided with a car, swerving at the last minute when he heard the horn. The other car hit the utility poll. The driver was bloody, but looking at them. Delilah wanted to call the police, but that was the last thing the others wanted. Then a wire fell on the car and it exploded in flames. Billy drove away fast, and they all made a pact not to say a word to anyone. “I shouldn’t have let them talk me out of it. It was wrong. And now we’re being punished.” Sam pulled two cans of salt from his bag and handed one to Liam. “Seriously, what are the chances that three out of the four of us die in one week? It can’t be coincidence.”

“Oh, it’s not,” Liam said as he poured a line of salt in front of the door.

“It’s the vengeful spirit of Andrew Silver,” Dean explained.

“A ghost?” Delilah was skeptical.

“Yeah, they’re real,” Sam told her as he finished pouring a circle of salt around her chair.

“Yeah, it’s sort of what we do,” Dean told her the truth. “You need to stay inside the salt circle while we take care of him, okay?”

“How do you take care of him? Please tell me you know how to take care of him.” She was scared, but got into the chair.

“Well, uh… Not really.” Liam answered truthfully.

Sam shot him a look. “Usually a ghost is tied to a place or an object. You get rid of the object, you get rid of the ghost. But with Andrew, it’s uh, different.”

“What’s he tied to?” she asked.

“We’re working on it,” Sam assured her. “If we can figure out how he’s traveling, we can figure out how to stop him.”

“I still say it’s the wires,” Liam insisted. “It’s the only thing that makes sense. And she just told us he was electrocuted, so...”

“Alright, I’ll go back to the accident site, check it out. Stay here with her,” Sam left.

Dean grabbed an iron crowbar from his bag and they waited. “You getting tired?” he asked Delilah after a while.

“No, I’m used to it. I stay up all night studying. Mostly to avoid the nightmares. My mom’s thrilled with my GPA, but I’m just miserable. I think about Andrew all the time, and I’ve never even met the guy. It’s pretty crazy to obsess over someone you’ve never met.”

“It’s not that crazy,” Dean assured her. “The truth is, I can relate.”

“Really?”

“I have made more mistakes than I can count. Ones that haunt me day and night.”

“Same here,” Liam commented. “I mean, a lot of the things I did, it was to survive, but since I’m not a sociopath, it bothers me.”

“So, how do you deal?” she asked them.

“Whiskey. Denial,” Dean answered. “I do my best to make things right, whatever that may be. For you, maybe it’s coming clean. You know, finding a way to ask for forgiveness. But not breaking the bank at your local florist. I mean real forgiveness. You can’t just bury stuff like this. You got to deal with it.”

“I second that,” Liam leaned against the door. “What your friends did, that was wrong. The truth will set you free is a saying for a reason.”

Dean’s phone rang. It was Sam calling. “Hey, what do you got?” Dean answered.

“Dean, Andrew’s not using power lines to move. He’s using Wi-Fi.”

“Come again?”

“The wires that electrocuted Andrew, they feed directly into a Wi-Fi tower right across the street.”

“So even ghosts are online?”

“Apparently. I mean, it would explain the truck kill. Billy’s cell must have been using the local Wi-Fi signal so, uh, Andrew’s ghost must have just hopped on to Trini, that nav app.”

“And then Julie’s death by computer, Kyle’s death by stereo with the wireless speakers.”

“I mean, it makes sense, Dean. We’re all just a bunch of electrical impulses, right? So whenever Andrew died, his impulses just transferred to another current. You got to get Delilah somewhere safe. Turn off all the routers in that Sorority.”

“Oh, yeah. Sure, Sammy. We’ll just kill the Internet. Wait, can we?”

“Uh, no, not really.”

“Alright, so then how the hell are we gonna deal with the lawnmower man?”

“You know what? I have an idea. Do what I said. Stay safe. I’ll call you back.”

Dean turned to Delilah. “You know where the routers are?”

“I have no idea.” The lights and electronic devices started flickering on and off. Then Andrew’s face appeared on all the screens. Dean started smashing them with the crowbar. “Is that gonna work?”

“Worth a try. Need you to turn off everything that’s connected to Wi-Fi.” Andrew appeared on her phone, and Dean smashed that as well. Then he smashed his and Liam’s phones for good measure. “We need to get to someplace with no Wi-Fi signal.”

“The basement. The reception sucks down there,” Delilah suggested.

“Alright, go,” Dean ushered his companions out of the room. They all three started running for the basement, Andrew’s face on every screen they passed. Once they finally reached the basement Dean slammed the door behind them and started pouring salt.

“I thought the salt didn’t work,” Delilah didn’t understand.

“Because of the Wi-Fi. There’s no signal down here. There’s no computers. There’s no tablets. There’s no cellphones, so Andrew can’t bypass it. At least, I don’t think he can.”

“Let’s hope not,” Liam was a little tense.

“Just try to stay calm, alright?” Dean kept an eye on the door, but then they started hearing a buzzing sound. “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Delilah was terrified.

Liam followed the sound to the couch. Under one of the cushions he found a phone vibrating on silent. “I thought there was no reception down here.”

Andrew appeared and started advancing on Delilah. “Please don’t kill me,” she begged. “We didn’t mean to hurt you. It was an accident. I swear. If I could do it over again, I would have done the right thing.”

Andrew started to choke her and Dean took a swing at him with the crowbar, causing him to disappear. “Let’s go,” he started toward the door.

“Where exactly do you suggest we go?” Liam asked him.

“It’s locked,” Delilah whimpered after she tried to open the door.

“Andrew, listen to me,” Dean resorted to trying to talk. “You have every right to be pissed.” He took the phone from Liam’s hand and sent Sam a 911 text. “But take it from me, the more you kill, the crazier you’ll get. The blood fuels the rage. So it looks like to me you’ve got two choices. You can keep killing and become something that you won’t recognize or you can move on cause that is the only thing that is gonna give you peace. So it’s up to you, man. Pain or peace.”

Andrew appeared again and slammed Liam into the wall. The blond grabbed some salt off the floor and threw it at the spirit, but it only made him disappear for a moment. Andrew picked Liam up by the throat and started choking him. Dean hit him with the crowbar again, but he reappeared only moments later and set his sights on Dean.

“Andrew?” His wife’s voice came from the phone. Delilah was holding it up so Andrew could see her on the video call. “It’s Corey. Please listen to me. You have to stop this. Revenge, it’s hollow, and it’s pointless. It won’t bring you back. I should have said this earlier, but, I couldn’t let go. But it’s time for me to let go and for you to do the same. Please. I’m begging you.” Andrew seemed to soften at the message. “Do this for me. Do it for us. Goodbye.” Andrew closed his eyes and he was gone.

“Everybody okay?” Dean looked to his companions.

“Yeah, I think so,” Delilah nodded. “Does that mean he’s gone?”

“Yeah,” Liam assured her. “He should be at peace now. Sam’s idea worked.” Dean suddenly pulled him in for a kiss. “What was that for?”

“I was appreciating what I’ve got.”

“You two…?” Delilah was surprised.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Why don’t you go back to your room. And you and I,” he turned to Liam, “we can have that little chat I said we were gonna have while we wait for Sam.”

“If we must,” Liam followed him up the stairs and outside.

Dean leaned against the wall. “So, what is with your sudden need to blatantly check out guys and flirt with them? I mean, I always knew you could be kind of immature at times, but...”

The blond shrugged. “Some of it was to give you a taste of your own medicine. How’d it taste?”

“Not good. The flirting really hurt. But do you really want me to change who I am?”

“I want you to be more considerate of my feelings. I know I can be a little difficult and sensitive sometimes, and I know it drives you nuts, but it is what it is. And part of the reason I flirted was to remind you that I don’t stay with you because I have no other options.”

Dean sighed at that. “I was never not aware of that. And I know what I’ve been putting you through. Believe me, I’m grateful that you stay. I don’t look because I want to replace you. You can’t be replaced. No one is as crazy as you,” he chuckled.

Liam rolled his eyes. “Just make sure to appreciate me more often. I liked that.”

“Okay then.” Dean pulled his husband in for another kiss.

The next morning Delilah called them to thank them, but also to ask for a favor. They drove her out to Corey’s house so Delilah could speak with her. “You sure you want to do this?” Sam asked her as they pulled up to the house.

She nodded. “Yeah. I should have done this a long time ago.”

They watched as she walked up to the door and knocked. Corey answered, inviting her in. “Looks like Andrew wasn’t the only one who chose peace,” Sam seemed happy about that.

Dean nodded. “Yeah. Looks like. I think I’m gonna follow his lead, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“My peace is helping people. Working cases. That’s all I want to do.”

“But we’re still gonna look for a solution to our little problem, right?” Liam referred to the mark, looking a little worried.

“I’m done trying to find a cure,” Dean dropped a bombshell on them.

“Dean, Cas is so close,” Sam argued.

“To what? We don’t even know if there is a cure. So far, we’ve got nothing. We have found nothing at the Men of Letters library. Metatron may or may not know something. And maybe Cas is on to something with Cain.”

“I know that’s a lot of maybes, but we can’t just give up,” Liam was about to lose it.

“Yes, we can.”

“So, this is it? You’re just gonna give up,” Sam couldn’t believe it either.

“No, I’m not just gonna give up. I appreciate the effort, okay? I do. But the answer is not out there. It’s with me. I need to be the one calling the shots here, okay? I can’t keep waking up every morning with this false hope. I got to know where I stand. Otherwise, I’m gonna lose my freakin mind. So I’m gonna fight it til I can’t fight it anymore. And when all is said and done, I’ll go down swinging.”

“I’m all for working more cases and trying to stay sane,” Liam was trying to hold himself together. “But we are not completely giving up.” Dean went to open his mouth. “Shut it. I know you’re the alpha male who likes having the last word, but I’m taking it this time. I have put more into you than I should have, so I get a say. If you really have to have the last word, all I wanna hear out of your mouth is yes dear.”

Dean was a little surprised, but he didn’t try to argue anymore. “Yes, dear,” he mumbled as he pulled out onto the street while Sam was trying not to laugh.
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