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"Sam, that girl who just showed up on our doorstep is asleep on our deck chair."
"So?"
“‘So’? So she’s a girl you just met and now she’s asleep in our yard.” Dean looks at him pointedly.
Sam takes another forkful of his autumn salad. He looks a little confused. He glances over Dean’s shoulder and absentmindedly watches the little ‘z’s float out of Ruby’s head. “Yeah…”
But he doesn’t see a problem with it.
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*New trait discovered - Ruby is a mooch*