A/N: Dean has such an awesome smile it could almost be trademarked.
Dislaimed!!
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Dean grins.
Sam knows that grin. It's not the 'Oooh goody Pie!' grin. Or the 'I'm so glad to see my baby' after a hunt grin. It's not even the 'Mmmm someone's getting lucky TONITE!' grin. Not this grin.
Maybe it's the canted way it sits on his face.
Maybe it's the fact that it's at odds with the diamond hardness of his eyes.
Maybe it's the gun, the one with the pearl handle grip, that he's pulling from the waist band of his jeans.
Or maybe it's the all of those things. Whatever it is the message is clear. There will be blood tonight.