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Synopsis: Sam's powers, Dean, and a squirrel

Squirrel

"Squirrel. Three." Sam says distractedly, biting his nail and staring out the window

Dean glances over to his brother and then back at the road to the-

"Fuck!"

Well, it was a squirrel.

Dean let out a breath, steadying the car back on the road, his heart rate returning to normal. He felt eyes on him and slid his to the right.

Sam looks scandalized.

"What?" Dean straightens, indignant…maybe a little guilt about the new furry speed bump he'd just made.

"Warned you" Sam huffed, like Dean had done the worst thing in the world.

Sam's psychic-ness was a horrible curse at times and an invaluable asset at others.

And sometimes it was just fucking annoying.

"You gotta specify minutes or seconds Sam!"