[There's a considerable pause. Dean stares at the text, then stares at the rat, and then the text, and then decides he's not taking this from a slick sonnuvabitch, either.
The next message that pops up on the Marquis' communicator from his neighbor is a picture message. It is an overturned plastic trash can, normally situated beside Dean's writing desk, with disturbed salt kicked out around the upside down rim.
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The next message that pops up on the Marquis' communicator from his neighbor is a picture message. It is an overturned plastic trash can, normally situated beside Dean's writing desk, with disturbed salt kicked out around the upside down rim.
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