Destroy all tha' which is evil.

Tha' name's Connor MacManus. Ye' might know me better as one o'tha' Saints o'South Boston. Probably seen a few things 'bout me in tha' news. Believe wha' cha' want, this is wha' I do. Wha' God told me ta' do. Gotta' problem wit' it? 'm always willin' ta' fight. [[ Connor is from the movie Boondock Saints by Troy Duffy. FC is Sean Patrick Flanery. I take claim over neither.]]

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[he shifted instantly, moving them so their positions were switched so Will was on top before kissing him again] Better?   

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[He sat at slightly, chewing on his upper lip for a moment before tugging his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the ground before letting his eyes close. It took a moment but William kept his word, wings unfurling into sight, two of the three on the side closest to the couch folding to keep from smacking into the furniture.]

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[Connor let out a small hum when his wings were released, fingers moving to card through the feathers] Ye’ haven’t been keepin’ up wit’ ‘em [it was murmur, his lips dropping to kiss along his jaw and neck] ‘m I really tha’ only one ye’ let fix ‘em? 

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[William had to bite down the soft rumble of a noise at the feeling of fingers slowly moving among his feathers, eyes sliding half laden at the feeling. His head tipped back slightly at the assault along his neck, mumbling something that didn’t bother to be heard] Yea’, ya’ are- only one see ‘em ‘n a  while s’well.

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Well, ta’ be honest, I like tha’ ‘m tha’ only one tha’ touches ‘em so I won’t lecture ye’. [grins and kisses him again before nosing his neck, one hand moving across his wings to clean the feathers] 

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[smiles slightly, head tipping back subtly with a low hum- not that he’d be willing to admit to it- something he couldn’t resist as the wings that were able to move spread out a little further] Good, dun’ think ‘d even notice if ya’ did.

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‘Course not. [chuckles, focusing on fixing his wings, head rolling toi lean against the man’s chest while he worked]

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[crinkles his nose, smirking more then smiling as his head lulled forward, resting against the other’s as he worked on his wings]

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[he started kissing his chest and neck slowly, leisurely, not really in a hurry anymore but jsut happy to be back in the stupid countryman's home] 

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

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Th’ fuck y’ can. We both know I can kick yer arse both on an’ off th’ table.

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Oh really? So ye’ never ‘ave outta’ tha’- wha’- kindness o’yer heart? Suuure, Murph. 

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Got no kindness in me ‘eart, brother. Ye know tha’. So yer buyin’, righ’?

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Since I am tha’ responsibile one I guess so. [smirks and plops down on a bar stool, raising a hand for dock to bring them shot glasses and a bottle of scotch] Ye’ know how this is gonna’ end, brother. 

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Aye, wit’ y’ drunk off yer arse an’ me carryin’ y’ home. +Settles on the stool next to him, customary smirk in place as he took up the bottle and filled the glasses before sliding one in front of the blond.+

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Think ye’ got tha’ backwards there. [grins and takes the shot, knocking it back easily before beaming] Another. 

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+Snorts, raising the shot, then tipping it back before refilling the glasses.+ Keep tellin’ yerself tha’.

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Ye' knew how I like ta' be honest [grins wolfishly] 

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[he shifted instantly, moving them so their positions were switched so Will was on top before kissing him again] Better?   

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[He sat at slightly, chewing on his upper lip for a moment before tugging his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the ground before letting his eyes close. It took a moment but William kept his word, wings unfurling into sight, two of the three on the side closest to the couch folding to keep from smacking into the furniture.]

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[Connor let out a small hum when his wings were released, fingers moving to card through the feathers] Ye’ haven’t been keepin’ up wit’ ‘em [it was murmur, his lips dropping to kiss along his jaw and neck] ‘m I really tha’ only one ye’ let fix ‘em? 

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[William had to bite down the soft rumble of a noise at the feeling of fingers slowly moving among his feathers, eyes sliding half laden at the feeling. His head tipped back slightly at the assault along his neck, mumbling something that didn’t bother to be heard] Yea’, ya’ are- only one see ‘em ‘n a  while s’well.

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Well, ta’ be honest, I like tha’ ‘m tha’ only one tha’ touches ‘em so I won’t lecture ye’. [grins and kisses him again before nosing his neck, one hand moving across his wings to clean the feathers] 

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[smiles slightly, head tipping back subtly with a low hum- not that he’d be willing to admit to it- something he couldn’t resist as the wings that were able to move spread out a little further] Good, dun’ think ‘d even notice if ya’ did.

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'Course not. [chuckles, focusing on fixing his wings, head rolling toi lean against the man's chest while he worked]

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

[sanctus-aequitas]

Th’ fuck y’ can. We both know I can kick yer arse both on an’ off th’ table.

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Oh really? So ye’ never ‘ave outta’ tha’- wha’- kindness o’yer heart? Suuure, Murph. 

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Got no kindness in me ‘eart, brother. Ye know tha’. So yer buyin’, righ’?

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Since I am tha’ responsibile one I guess so. [smirks and plops down on a bar stool, raising a hand for dock to bring them shot glasses and a bottle of scotch] Ye’ know how this is gonna’ end, brother. 

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Aye, wit’ y’ drunk off yer arse an’ me carryin’ y’ home. +Settles on the stool next to him, customary smirk in place as he took up the bottle and filled the glasses before sliding one in front of the blond.+

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Think ye' got tha' backwards there. [grins and takes the shot, knocking it back easily before beaming] Another. 

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Send me a "✪" and a name, and I'll kiss them

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i have too many au ideas and no time to write them

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

[sanctus-aequitas]

Th’ fuck y’ can. We both know I can kick yer arse both on an’ off th’ table.

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Oh really? So ye’ never ‘ave outta’ tha’- wha’- kindness o’yer heart? Suuure, Murph. 

[sanctus-aequitas]

Got no kindness in me ‘eart, brother. Ye know tha’. So yer buyin’, righ’?

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Since I am tha' responsibile one I guess so. [smirks and plops down on a bar stool, raising a hand for dock to bring them shot glasses and a bottle of scotch] Ye' know how this is gonna' end, brother. 

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[he shifted instantly, moving them so their positions were switched so Will was on top before kissing him again] Better?   

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[He sat at slightly, chewing on his upper lip for a moment before tugging his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the ground before letting his eyes close. It took a moment but William kept his word, wings unfurling into sight, two of the three on the side closest to the couch folding to keep from smacking into the furniture.]

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[Connor let out a small hum when his wings were released, fingers moving to card through the feathers] Ye’ haven’t been keepin’ up wit’ ‘em [it was murmur, his lips dropping to kiss along his jaw and neck] ‘m I really tha’ only one ye’ let fix ‘em? 

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[William had to bite down the soft rumble of a noise at the feeling of fingers slowly moving among his feathers, eyes sliding half laden at the feeling. His head tipped back slightly at the assault along his neck, mumbling something that didn’t bother to be heard] Yea’, ya’ are- only one see ‘em ‘n a  while s’well.

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Well, ta' be honest, I like tha' 'm tha' only one tha' touches 'em so I won't lecture ye'. [grins and kisses him again before nosing his neck, one hand moving across his wings to clean the feathers] 

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin’ ta’ do. Sounds like a night ta’ drink ta’ me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta’ kick yer arse ye’ me, little brother. 

[sanctus-aequitas]

Th’ fuck y’ can. We both know I can kick yer arse both on an’ off th’ table.

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Oh really? So ye' never 'ave outta' tha'- wha'- kindness o'yer heart? Suuure, Murph. 

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: Friday night. Nothin' ta' do. Sounds like a night ta' drink ta' me.

Always up fer a drink.

[grins] Always up fer me ta' kick yer arse ye' me, little brother. 

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Friday night. Nothin' ta' do. Sounds like a night ta' drink ta' me.

Who wants ta' join me? 

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AU! - New country, new pack- of course that’d left Connor just a little out of his element after moving from Ireland to the United States and finding another pack of werewolves that seemed ecstatic to take him in and treat him like he’d always been a part of the pack. It was somewhat curious that the alpha wasn’t from Boston- the rest of the pack was- but the southerner was still as friendly and welcoming as the rest, if not more so. William definitely was different, from being the only ‘country boy’ in the entire pack to the fact he was the only one as a wolf with fur as black as sin itself- seemed fitting given how damn sinful the older wolf could get when he wanted to be (that southern drawl was quite the ringer)-not to mention the fact he easily went from being ‘one of the guys’ to pack leader in a flash when the time called for it. Looks like Connor found himself a new home and a new family that seemed more then capable of watching out for each other.

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“Ya’ migh’ wanna watch yo’ ass- more then’a few hunters ‘round here lookin’ t’ add ‘notha’ pelt t’ their collection.” “Ye’ dun’ hav’t’ warn me, ain’t the first time ‘ve had’t’ deal with hunters.” 

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[he shifted instantly, moving them so their positions were switched so Will was on top before kissing him again] Better?   

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[He sat at slightly, chewing on his upper lip for a moment before tugging his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the ground before letting his eyes close. It took a moment but William kept his word, wings unfurling into sight, two of the three on the side closest to the couch folding to keep from smacking into the furniture.]

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[Connor let out a small hum when his wings were released, fingers moving to card through the feathers] Ye' haven't been keepin' up wit' 'em [it was murmur, his lips dropping to kiss along his jaw and neck] 'm I really tha' only one ye' let fix 'em? 

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Get’cha ass ov’a here an’ ‘ll give ya’ a remind’a, Chance.

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[he grinned and snuck closer] Shown’ me how much ye’ missed me, Cactus? 

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[He grinned in return, closing the last of the distance until they were nearly nose to nose] Ya’ dun’ have t’ tell me twice. [Both hands dart out to hook his fingers into the other’s belt loops before pressing in for a kiss]

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God damn [Connor breathed into the kiss before his fingers lifted to latch onto his shirt as he returned t roughly. Four months of celibacy could make any man desperate- mostly one like Connor]

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Not quite. [William grinned, pulling back just enough to draw breath for a moment before pressing in for another just as roughly.]

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Better. [Connor growled, fisting his shirt before shoving him back, planning on getting the southerner on the couch when he heard a yowl. Jumping, the blonde’s gaze shifted to the floor where one of the cats was glaring at him for stepping on his tall] Oops. 

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[William couldn’t keep the grin off his lips, stumbling back a few steps at the push— obviously towards the couch considering the stairs were elsewhere- the yowl cutting the silence. A quiet snort left him as he kept the urge to chuckle to himself, the cat’s pissed expression more amusing then anything else.] He’ll survive.

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[chuckles before nudging the cat away with his foot, going back to shoving Will down into the couch and climbing on top of him] Missed ye’ [how many times had he said that now?] Missed all of ye’. Christ. [nuzzles his neck before biting it] So much. 

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[Smirks as the cat hisses but goes running off, returning his attention to Connor just as he’s shoved back onto the couch, grinning again as the other climbed on top] Fuckin’ missed ya’ too. [He wasn’t even sure he’d ever be able to say that enough times to let it sink in. A low groan rumbled from him, head tipping back at the bite as his hands scrambled to find purchase on the other]

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[Connor hummed, his fingers sliding under Will’s shirt before tugging at it] Can I see your wings? [t was a whisper as he bit at his neck, knowing how Will felt about them. But it was a closeness that the two shared. Something Connor needed reminding of]  

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[William grinned almost lopsidedly, moving back his arms enough to prop himself up enough to tug the shirt up. The request made him pause, shirt tugged up to his shoulders- a slow exhale following as the idea made it’s way through his skull] Kinda hard’t’ show ‘em pinned t’ the couch like this.

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[he shifted instantly, moving them so their positions were switched so Will was on top before kissing him again] Better?   

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Get’cha ass ov’a here an’ ‘ll give ya’ a remind’a, Chance.

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[he grinned and snuck closer] Shown’ me how much ye’ missed me, Cactus? 

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[He grinned in return, closing the last of the distance until they were nearly nose to nose] Ya’ dun’ have t’ tell me twice. [Both hands dart out to hook his fingers into the other’s belt loops before pressing in for a kiss]

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God damn [Connor breathed into the kiss before his fingers lifted to latch onto his shirt as he returned t roughly. Four months of celibacy could make any man desperate- mostly one like Connor]

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Not quite. [William grinned, pulling back just enough to draw breath for a moment before pressing in for another just as roughly.]

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Better. [Connor growled, fisting his shirt before shoving him back, planning on getting the southerner on the couch when he heard a yowl. Jumping, the blonde’s gaze shifted to the floor where one of the cats was glaring at him for stepping on his tall] Oops. 

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[William couldn’t keep the grin off his lips, stumbling back a few steps at the push— obviously towards the couch considering the stairs were elsewhere- the yowl cutting the silence. A quiet snort left him as he kept the urge to chuckle to himself, the cat’s pissed expression more amusing then anything else.] He’ll survive.

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[chuckles before nudging the cat away with his foot, going back to shoving Will down into the couch and climbing on top of him] Missed ye’ [how many times had he said that now?] Missed all of ye’. Christ. [nuzzles his neck before biting it] So much. 

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[Smirks as the cat hisses but goes running off, returning his attention to Connor just as he’s shoved back onto the couch, grinning again as the other climbed on top] Fuckin’ missed ya’ too. [He wasn’t even sure he’d ever be able to say that enough times to let it sink in. A low groan rumbled from him, head tipping back at the bite as his hands scrambled to find purchase on the other]

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[Connor hummed, his fingers sliding under Will’s shirt before tugging at it] Can I see your wings? [t was a whisper as he bit at his neck, knowing how Will felt about them. But it was a closeness that the two shared. Something Connor needed reminding of]  

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Get’cha ass ov’a here an’ ‘ll give ya’ a remind’a, Chance.

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[he grinned and snuck closer] Shown’ me how much ye’ missed me, Cactus? 

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[He grinned in return, closing the last of the distance until they were nearly nose to nose] Ya’ dun’ have t’ tell me twice. [Both hands dart out to hook his fingers into the other’s belt loops before pressing in for a kiss]

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God damn [Connor breathed into the kiss before his fingers lifted to latch onto his shirt as he returned t roughly. Four months of celibacy could make any man desperate- mostly one like Connor]

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Not quite. [William grinned, pulling back just enough to draw breath for a moment before pressing in for another just as roughly.]

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Better. [Connor growled, fisting his shirt before shoving him back, planning on getting the southerner on the couch when he heard a yowl. Jumping, the blonde’s gaze shifted to the floor where one of the cats was glaring at him for stepping on his tall] Oops. 

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[William couldn’t keep the grin off his lips, stumbling back a few steps at the push— obviously towards the couch considering the stairs were elsewhere- the yowl cutting the silence. A quiet snort left him as he kept the urge to chuckle to himself, the cat’s pissed expression more amusing then anything else.] He’ll survive.

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[chuckles before nudging the cat away with his foot, going back to shoving Will down into the couch and climbing on top of him] Missed ye’ [how many times had he said that now?] Missed all of ye’. Christ. [nuzzles his neck before biting it] So much. 

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sanctus-aequitas replied to your post: FIXED IT

M’hm, sure.

Wha’? An’ stop lookn’ like Freckles. ‘s unnervin’. 

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“Can’t. Still got a day of this, actually. B’sides, ‘least I’m better lookin’ now!”

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“Say tha’ again an’ ‘m leavn’… again. “

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“What? You just got here! Fine, whatever, where’ve you been?”

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“Yer gorgeous tha’ way ye’ are, stupid.  If we had been ugly Ma’ woulda’ told s.” Shrugs, “’S a long story with not even o’climax  so why botha’?”

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“Pro’ly. Righ’ honest woman, she is.” The almost casual dismissal of his question was aggravating. Why bother? Really? “Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you just up and left. But it’s fine, hope you found what you were lookin’ for and welcome back. Want a drink?”

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Connor didn’t like it when Murphy was angry. Much less now and much less in Dean’s body. Dean always got this ridiculous puppy look about him that Murphy was miming perfectly. Wincing, the blonde shrugged before rubbing his neck. “Fine? Wanna’ know? T’s not Hell nor Heaven and rhymes wit’ allegory.”