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“Come on, come on, come on.” Dean was racing the clock and he was not sure if he would make it or not.
“What are you doing?” Sam sets a beer down on the table near Dean.
“Yes! Let me check to make sure it went through.” Dean picks up the beer as he clicks through the website. “Looks like I made it under the wire, internet has been giving me shit since you left.”
“Sorry?” Sam gestured confused.
“No worries, Sammy.” Dean closed his laptop and tipped back his beer.