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Dean looked up, seeing Sami. “Well I got rid of Elsworth for a while, figure he’s fine on his date with Carmella,” he shrugged his shoulders a bit. “Figured I come see a real good friend of mine.” He tucked nothing behind his ears. “Hope you didn’t mind.”

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    “No, I don’t mind. You’re fine.”      Voice placid as he turned his gaze toward his friend.  Sami had grown somewhat used to the other by now, though there were some things he was sure he would never be used to.   Sighing, Sami plopped himself next to Dean on the couch.     “What do you wanna do?”

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                Sami never expected to walk into his apartment and see anyone waiting for him  ( especially Ambrose  )  sitting on his couch staring at a bottle of beer like it was going to answer his questions about   life.   Letting out a short huff of frustration, Sami dropped the bag of takeout on his counter.     “Uh… hey Dean?”     Confusion dripped off of his words as he set his gaze on Dean.       “What’re you doing here?         Most importantly, how did you get in?”   Sami made sure to close his jaw like a steel trap before saying anything else  (  yet  ).

@stxrstrxcksxpxrstxrs | starter call { for dean ambrose }

@stxrstrxcksxpxrstxrs // starter call. [ Dean Ambrose ]

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              “Hey, champ. I just wanted to congratulate you on your win.”