This is for last's week's E/O Challenge. Slammed for time and couldn't get it posted until today. Mea culpa! Challenge word was slip!

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OOPS

Sam's eyes widened. "What?"

Dean turned pale. "Um – forget I said that!"

"You bastard!"

"Sam, it was just a slip of the tongue!"

"Go to hell!" Furious, Sam slammed out of the room.

Dean caught up with him at the tavern just across the street. "Sam, I'm sorry!"

"Fuck you!" Sam reached for the door.

Dean grabbed his arm. "How many times do I have to say it? God, you're such a girl!"

Sam jerked away. "Don't you touch me!" He pulled the door open, stalked into the bar.

"Cuervo, Especial, Gold," he snapped. "Neat. And make it a double!"

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Hey, don't ask me what Dean said! Sam wouldn't tell me and Dean's not talking either. I'm going to start connecting my E/O drabbles on the weekly challenges, though, just for fun, so maybe we'll find out more later!