Best Served Cold

Disclaimer: please don't remind me that I don't own anything…

Word Count: one, double -O

Challenge word: twist

Spoilers: tag to "Red Sky at Morning"

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"God, it was so awful! I thought that stuff only happens to you!"

"Calm down. What stuff?"

Dean gagged, "…that old broad stuck her tongue down my throat!"

"WHAT?"

"I can't talk about this… I need ice cream."

"Ice cream?"

"Soft-serve. Make it a twist."

"You mean the chocolate and vanilla?"

"Anything to replace 'old lady flavor'…"

"OOOO-kaaaaay."

Several minutes later, Dean had a smush of vanilla on his nose. "How did you deal with it?"

"Brain bleach. Don't bring it up again."

"You got any left?"

"…Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You stink like sex," Sam grinned evilly and dodged the cone.

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Thanks to The Tribble Master for the beta.