[Really, what other choice does he have than swallowing?
Dean does so, wrinkling his nose and fumbling for the bottle of water he'd left on the table. After knocking back half the thing, he sits up a little straighter and flicks sprinkles from his shirt.]
You wanna ask next time? If I die like Mama Cass it'll be on your conscience.
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Dean does so, wrinkling his nose and fumbling for the bottle of water he'd left on the table. After knocking back half the thing, he sits up a little straighter and flicks sprinkles from his shirt.]
You wanna ask next time? If I die like Mama Cass it'll be on your conscience.