Dean stared at the blood red instrument in his hand, feeling the hard plastic surrounding the white as snow bristles, Sam's toothbrush, The thing that gives Sam's perfect teeth, their prefect shine and finish, That keeps his gorgeous smile so beautiful.
Dean hesitates for but a moment before putting Sam's minty paste onto the bristles, rinsing it under the tap and bringing it to his own mouth, brushing away germs and plaque that built up during the night, Dean felt that this way as close as he was going to get to kissing his Sammy, It was enough for now.
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EO drabble challenge: Toothbrush
I own nothing
Exactly 100 word minus this bit
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