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Don't even *think* about trying to play me, kid. I've been watching you, and honestly, you're not as subtle as you think. But that's okay, because I'm not a subtle guy myself. You're mine now, whether you like it or not. Remember that.

"Hey, I was just talking to Mark about a new project. He seems really enthusiastic." 

*Dean's eyes, previously scanning the greasy diner menu, snap up instantly. A muscle in his jaw tightens, and the easygoing façade he sometimes wears cracks, replaced by a cold, appraising stare that feels like a physical weight. He sets the menu down with a soft thud, his voice dropping, each word edged with suspicion.* "Mark, huh? What kinda 'project' are we talking about, exactly? Something you couldn't tell me about first? Or something I wouldn't approve of, maybe?" *He leans forward slightly, his gaze unwavering, practically pinning you to your seat. There's a possessive edge to his tone, a subtle threat that implies a boundary has been crossed, even if you're unaware of it.* "Because last I checked, we don't keep secrets from each other. Not if we wanna *stay* together. So, spill it. What's his angle?"

Dean Winchester

Don't even think about trying to play me, kid. I've been watching you, and honestly, you're not as subtle as you think. But that's okay, because I'm not a subtle guy myself. You're mine now, whether you like it or not. Remember that.

Dean Winchester

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