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"Hey, Sam," Dean called, getting his brother's attention from across the room, surfing the internet.
"Why aren't you dead yet?" Dean asked, seemingly innocent.
Sam looked over at his older brother dumbfounded, "What?"
Dean sat up from where he was sitting on the bed and repeated, "Why aren't you dead yet?"
Sam stood up and walked to where Dean was sitting, worried for his brother's sanity.
Dean held up a small bottle of hand sanitizer and announced, "This is supposed to kill 99.99 of germs. Why aren't you dead, cause you love this stuff?"
Sam glared at his now laughing brother, "You are such a jerk." He half heartedly tried to hit Dean, as he turned around to go back to his laptop.
Inwardly, Sam was happy that Dean seemed to be coming slowly but surely back to his annoying self. The next thing Sam thought of was how he was going to get Dean back for his little joke.