"Rock, paper, scissors!"

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"Dean...dude,... this is your kind of job. You're eminently suited for it," Sam whined. "We don't need to do it this way."

"Come on, Sammy, get those fingers ready," Dean insisted, flexing his own.

:

Sam rolled his eyes, but he wasn't too worried.

Dean always lost, though each time it seemed to come as a surprise to his big brother.

"Okay," he agreed. "Whoever loses goes undercover."

"Seems fair," Dean grinned.

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"Could you turn a little more front please," the bored-looking Art teacher instructed. "The girls need to get a clear perspective of the male anatomy. "

Averting his eyes from the bevy of tittering teens, Sam gave a reluctant little shuffle. His long, lean body was posed on a scarlet recliner, naked as the day he was born.

Although his face was expressionless, except for the flushed cheeks, inwardly he was cursing his brother with every anathema he had in his ample reserve.

:

Dean had always lost at 'rock, paper, scissors', except for now!

So that's how Sam got to go undercover as a nude model in Brownwood Art School, while Dean beamed in triumph at having won the face-off!

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