PINCH AN INCH
WOW: hip. Sam watches Dean's weight – well someone's got to.
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Sam watched as Dean shovelled another spoonful of pie into his mouth, chewing lavishly and making seriously disturbing happy noises.
"A moment on the lips," Sam warned; "a lifetime on the hips."
Dean paused chewing momentarily, just long enough to acknowledge Sam's existence.
"My hips are jus' fine," he snorted through the cherry stained mush in his mouth.
"Is that why you've undone the top button of your jeans then?" Sam retorted.
Dean paused, looking down at his slightly gaping jeans, the faintest hint of a paunch protruding cheekily over the top of them.
"Ain't nothing to do with my hips," he sniffed dismissively.
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