MAN ON A MISSION
WOW: creep. Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do - despite whiny little brothers!
Disclaimer: I don't own him
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Dean tiptoed silently along the corridor from his bedroom to the kitchen.
Sam always nagged him about his midnight snacks – 'it wasn't good for your health and digestion … you shouldn't eat after 8pm … what about yoir cholesterol ... yada-yada … yawn'.
Well screw that, when Dean was hungry, he was hungry. He was on a mission.
He crept into the kitchen, bare feet pitter-pattering on the tiled floor, and headed for the refrigerator, and the slice of pie he knew he'd left in there
Mission almost accomplished - Sam would never need to know.
SNAP!
"AAAAGH…OOHH…AAA…FUUUUU-DGE!"
Okay, mission aborted. Forgot about the mousetraps!
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