[Dean doesn't like the expression Shane gets or the way he looks at Cashmere, and his own darkens slightly though he never quite loses his casual smile.]
Alright, we'll be getting outta your hair, then.
[Never quite loses it, anyway, until he looks back at Shane. He notes the crown that seemed to be in dispute but, having no clue what it's about and seeing that it's clearly not something that belongs to his new inmate, the hunter shoves at his hold on the older man's shirt to push him towards the cabin he'd been headed for originally.]
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Alright, we'll be getting outta your hair, then.
[Never quite loses it, anyway, until he looks back at Shane. He notes the crown that seemed to be in dispute but, having no clue what it's about and seeing that it's clearly not something that belongs to his new inmate, the hunter shoves at his hold on the older man's shirt to push him towards the cabin he'd been headed for originally.]
C'mon. We need to chat.