The challenge word is juice. These boys will be mine when pigs fly.

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"I can't believe that spirit locked me in that (bleep) freezer," Dean said in between sniffles. He was currently laid out on an armchair in the library, wrapping a blanket around himself.

Sam handed him a glass of orange juice. "Hey, it's not your fault the ghost tried to freeze you to death in the first place," he said. "Now quit simmering before your fever gets worse."

"Oh, shut u-aaahhh-AAAHHH-CHOOO!"

The sneeze echoed throughout the bunker halls.

"-up. I'm so hot that the girls can't resist me."

"They can't resist someone who's sick as a dog?"

"AHHH-CHOO! Oh, not again."

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