[ Sam paused, watching Dean reach over and scrabble under the chair. When suddenly it moved abruptly, he got the idea, and when Dean sat back he reached down to adjust it himself, sliding the chair slightly further forward, poking his feet out in front of him until he found the pedals.
He had to crook his elbows to be able to hold onto the wheel, sat slightly forward along the seat of the chair, but Sam knew he was going to grow into it, even if it felt like he was going to be short forever.
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He had to crook his elbows to be able to hold onto the wheel, sat slightly forward along the seat of the chair, but Sam knew he was going to grow into it, even if it felt like he was going to be short forever.
He glanced across at Dean, and grinned. ]
Now what?