THAT EXTRA INGREDIENT
WOW: lick. Sam loved eating Dean's excellent cooking. Yes, you read that right - past tense!
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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"That was awesome."
Sam patted his bulging stomach reflecting on Dean's magnificent home-baked lasagne which they had both polished off with gusto. He stared wistfully at his empty, ragu-stained plate, and pondered how often he could coax Dean to cook it, when he noticed Dean holding his plate to his face, enthusiastically licking it clean.
"Dean," snapped Sam; "that's disgusting."
Dean shrugged. "I'm not gonna waste anything; besides, lick them clean enough, and you can just put them straight back on the shelf!"
Sam's gut lurched as he looked down at his plate.
"Dean, you didn't…?"
Dean grinned evilly. "Guess you'll never know!"
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