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[elinorwise]

"Did you know, Sam, that you've made Dean cry? Your own brother, because of what you've tried to force on him."
"The pizza delivery guy made Dean cry by putting anchovies on top," Sam snaps back. "What's your point?"
[...]
Sam has been listening to Zachariah, he has. But he's also been trying to place the music that has crept in under Zachariah's words. It's so faint, so subtle, that Sam could almost believe that it's not even there, that it's caught in his own head. It's only when he recognizes what it is that he gets it.
It's the Hollies, specifically He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother.
"Dude!" he says. "Did you really put a subliminal soundtrack to your guilt trip? That's… wow."
Zachariah drops the concerned act and the music stops immediately. "I've tried being reasonable, Sam. We're not going to allow you to go any further-"
"Really?" Sam says. "What are you gonna do? Blast me with Britney? Maybe some Pussycat Dolls?" He takes a deliberate step into Zachariah's personal space. "I'll go as far as I need to, and you won't stop me. Because you can't. And don't you fucking dare try guilt tripping me about Dean. I would give anything to have him here now." Sam scowls as Zachariah raises an eyebrow at this. "Get your mind out of the gutter, I don't mean for the sex. But he's made his decision and, y'know, like the song says, if you love somebody set them free. Now, get the hell out of my face and stay outta my goddamn bathroom."
Defiantly, he drops his towel and waits for Zachariah to disappear.
Apparently, even senior angels aren't equal to the sight of Sam's cock.

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