"Can't we all just get along?"

The bouncer and Dean both turn to look at you. The bouncer grins, looking you up and down, but Dean shakes his head.

"I share my toys, not my boys," he says, firmly.

"Don't worry about it," the bouncer says. "Him, you can handle. Me? I'm not so sure."

You blink. "What?"

"He's just blowing smoke up your ass," Dean says.

"Wouldn't be smoke I'd blow up his ass," the bouncer says, with a wide smile. "But if he wants a gentle ride, by all means, take him."

"Fuck you," Dean says.

The bouncer laughs. "You couldn't handle me. But I bet your boy would like to try."

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