[Ellen manages not to facepalm in front of their bickering. She'll speak to Dean later about it. When he's no longer a trickster. And she's not scraped to hell and back.]
Alright boys, pack it in.
[She's too sore and tired to deal with their shenanigans.]
Raphael, thank you for the help. Dean, you and me are goin' to get a beer.
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Alright boys, pack it in.
[She's too sore and tired to deal with their shenanigans.]
Raphael, thank you for the help. Dean, you and me are goin' to get a beer.