[Dean watched his brother silently for a moment as he downed a few handfuls of fries himself, before finally reaching out and slamming the laptop shut from behind. He kept his palm on it as he locked eyes with Sam across the table.]
Yeah, ok, we're moving into straight up intervention territory here. [He slid the laptop towards himself, and pulled it off the edge, setting it beside him on his seat. Laying clasped hands on the table, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes darting across the diner once before riveting back on his bro] This has gotta quit, dude.
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Yeah, ok, we're moving into straight up intervention territory here. [He slid the laptop towards himself, and pulled it off the edge, setting it beside him on his seat. Laying clasped hands on the table, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes darting across the diner once before riveting back on his bro] This has gotta quit, dude.