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Dean sat unblinking at the diner table as the waitress he'd been flirting with earlier
brought the check. Dean didn't even glance her way. He simply said, "Thanks,
sweetheart," and kept staring straight ahead. The now irritated girl slammed the
check down on the table.
Dean took no notice of the girl's theatrics. He did, however, notice something across
the table. He grinned as he saw Sam's eye beginning to twitch. Dean continued to stare.
Then it happened, Sam blinked.
"Ha! What were you thinking? I ALWAYS win staring contests. You get to pay and do
the laundry for the next month," Dean crooned at Sam.
"I knew I should have gone with rock, paper, scissors," Sam sighed as he got out
his wallet.
