"Well, I'm glad to hear I was a good influence," says Dean with a small smile as he opens another door, this one to the world outside. He breathes in the late afternoon air with satisfaction, then fiddles in his pockets, finally finding a set of keys, one of which has a button he mashes with his thumb. There's an answering beep from a bright red car, and Dean sighs.
"Guess that's her. Look, let's not hold it against her, okay, she didn't mean to be leased by a demon, and she might be ugly, but she comes from a proud line, okay?"
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"Guess that's her. Look, let's not hold it against her, okay, she didn't mean to be leased by a demon, and she might be ugly, but she comes from a proud line, okay?"