"Got some dirt on your nose there, Sammy boy!"
Sam gave a dismissive snort. "Because you look as if you've just just stepped out of the shower smelling of lavender!"
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"No need to get snarky, little brother," Dean grinned. "Digging up a grave after a night of pouring rain kinda means we come up looking like a couple of slime monsters. You know, like those on the black and white horror classics."
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Raising muddied hands and trudging towards his brother like a filthy Frankenstein, Dean proceeded to demonstrate.
" I vill have you for my next meal, weak human," he hissed, leering at Sam with a cross-eyed squint.
Sam bit helplessly at his lower lip but couldn't stop a burst of hilarity at the sight of his idiot brother squelching through the mud, his face screwed up in a supposedly horrific expression.
"Laugh, miserable human, but this night you vill satisfy my hunger!"
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Dean ended his course by winding his arms around Sam, his sibling too weak with laughter to push him off!