MAN OF MANY TALENTS
WOW grill. Dean's not just a pretty face …
Disclaimer: Don't own them
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Sam often admired Dean's ingenuity.
For instance, this morning, Dean had decided he wanted a cookout.
And now Sam found himself relaxing on the flat concrete square of the bunker's roof watching Dean, resplendent in ancient Black Sabbath T-shirt, and knee-length cut-off jeans, skilfully searing a bunch of steaks on a hastily-purchased grill as he sang along to his favourite song on the radio.
Carry on my Wayward Son…
There'll be meat when it's well done…
With cold beer and chicken breast…
Then I'll fry some more…
Okay, so there was Dean's ingenuity, and then there was Dean's downright smart-assedness!
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