Dean Winchester opened his left eye wide, squinting the right into a tiny slit. He kept that pose for several seconds, then switched so his left eye was barely open and his right wide.
"Hmm."
The Winchester brother tapped his chin, flummoxed by the move.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes."
"It's raw. Aren't there laws against this?"
Sam Winchester snorted in derision. "They're just vegetables, Dude, they don't bite."
Dean let both eyes close at the nauseating smell of - his stomach tried to rebel - peas.
"It was your idea to play truth or dare." Sam reminded smugly.
