HAIR TODAY, GONE TOMORROW
WOW: silk. Sam's hair products are disappearing ...
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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"Dean! How many times have I gotta tell you? Stay the hell outta my stuff!"
"What? What're you talking about?"
"My coconut oil shampoo conditioner Dean. I bought a bottle last week, and it's nearly empty. This stuff's expensive. Buy your own freaking conditioner!"
"You really think I use that shit on my hair Sam? The closest I get to coconut oil is Coconut Cream pie."
"Well, where's it going then, smartass?"
"I don't freakin' know Goldilocks!"
Listening from the doorway, Castiel rubbed his silky-smooth, coconut-nourished wings together, and backed away slowly.
He so needed to start buying his own toiletries.
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