Disclaimer: The beautiful Winchester boys do not belong to me.
A/N: Suprise gift for the lovely Platinum Rose Lady. Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy :) Title borrowed from the song Boston (Awesome, right?) by Augustana.
Drabble word: Touch
Word Count: 100
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"Your Boston accent sucks." Sam muttered, breath coming out in wispy puffs. "That was our last chance for some Intel from the locals."
"Whatever." Dean scowled, shoving his hands in his pockets. "What about you, Einstein? Any brilliant suggestions?"
Sam rolled his eyes.
Suddenly the wind picked up, scattering snow around violently. Fluttering his lashes, Dean tried to shield his face. The touch of color on his cheeks intensified.
Sam grinned. It was kind of adorable.
"It doesn't matter. We'll just hit up some more places tomorrow as FBI."
"Good." Dean huffed, licking his lips. "Now let's go get some chowder."
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