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I walked into the control room.
Sam snapped at Dean "So I've been trying to dig up info on the British Men of Letters, keeping an eye out for cases, and you've been goofing off with a game that went out of style five years ago?"
Dean "I don't think Mom's quite ready for Snapchat."
Sam asked shocked " You're playing against Mom?"
Dean nodded " Yeah."
I sat down next to Dean.
Sam asked confused " The same Mom that didn't know what a cellphone was a month ago?"
Dean nodded " Yeah."
Sam shook his head " Doesn't exactly seem like a fair fight."
Dean showed us his phone .
It showed that Mary had won the game.
Dean smirked "You were saying?"
Sam chuckled "So how she been lately?"
Dean nodded " She's good. You know, she – she's dealing."
Sam started to smirk.
Dean asked confused "why are you smirking?"
Sam looked at me"you know what i just remembered?"
I looked at him confused.
Sam " the shotgun incident you and Bobby had when you were 15"
I laughed "oh hell no"
Dean looked at us confused "what?"
I looked at Dean "When I was 15, i got home from a bar, shit faced drunk. I snuck into the kitchen, grabbed a cold slice pizza out of the fridge and started to eat it. It was delicious. But then I heard a gun cock behind me and figured my dad was awake"
Dean asked confused "wait, how did you even get in that bar? You were 15"
