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dislocation Dean nudged the stack of books poised on Bobby's worn-out red couch and watched indifferently as they all tumbled, flailing, to the floor. He knew that Sam would be upset; he knew that Sam had an unnatural affection for worn pages and torn pages and words that Dean couldn't see any use for now that the great concept of the vernacular had come into play and Latin had been relegated to the occasional exorcism or thesis paper. But Sam was away, on a grocery-shopping mission from Bobby, and probably, at that very moment, he was forgetting to buy pie for Dean, or getting the brilliant idea in his head to buy something healthier inst