"...Ah, screw it."

I straightened myself. Granted, I could hardly tower over Dean, but I thought I might as well look the part.

He'd gone through a lot of trouble to meet his old pal and if that was what he wanted then who was I to refuse?

"See, you should've said goodnight when I set you up nice and easy, but now you're just gonna make this harder on yourself."

I smirked. Two guns and none of them drawn? Dean, Dean, Dean. Who was out of practice now?

"'Cause I figure one of us oughta rest in peace and if you won't let old Clarence have the honour, well..."

And just like that I disappeared behind the dusty shelves.