The prompt word for the week is clean. Do I own the boys? No, I don't think so.
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Because Sam and Dean were always on hunts, they never bothered to clean the bunker. But when they came home one day, they realized that they had made their beloved home a mess.
"We really need a maid," Sam said.
Dean had an idea. "You take the library, I'll start the kitchen. GO!" And they both ran off, each cleaning a certain room.
Within several hours, every single room in the bunker was spotless, the shelves dusted, the books sorted, the floors mopped.
Then Dean had another thought.
"You know we're going to end up avoiding cleaning again," he said.
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