"Wow, Sammy! Look at this."
"Dean. Do NOT touch anything. Even unboxed objects could be cursed."
"Give me some credit, Sasquatch! I'm not gonna lay a finger on this weirdo stuff, but there's no harm in looking."
Sam grimaced. If there was a way for him or Dean to mess up, they'd find it.
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"So, what were you gushing over?" Sam asked.
"Rest your eyes on that cute little statue, naked, and with everything, and I mean EVERYTHING in full view."
Sam hummed, a tiny frown wrinkling his brow. "It's probably of some dryad or nymph."
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"Can I have it, Sammy? Can I? Huh? It'd look good next to my bed," Dean wheedled, in a way that'd have put a two-year old to shame.
With a sigh, Sam consulted the MOL catalogue and found the figurine. It was rated harmless, except for its blatant porn value.
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"Sometimes a statue is just a statue, Sam," Dean crowed, his hands caressing the smooth marble.
Sam shook his head. His brother was incorrigible.