A QUIET NIGHT IN
WOW: moist. Two guys, a couch, some beer and a movie. What could possibly go wrong?
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Dean shifted uncomfortably and chanced a sly glance across to Sam sitting beside him on the couch.
Eyes suspiciously moist, Sam pointedly avoided Dean's gaze.
"Ahem, you okay Sam?" Dean asked, cringing at the quiver in his voice.
Forcing a fake smile, Sam nodded; visibly fortifying himself before speaking.
"Yeah m'good."
"Palming his wet cheeks, Dean sighed shakily. "Damn dust in this place; we should clean more often."
"Yeah," *sniff* "damn dust," Sam replied with a nod.
A loaded silence fell between them before Dean spoke again.
"Sam," he murmured.
"Yeah?"
"Let's not ever watch 'Marley and Me' again. Okay?"
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