A/N: Alas I own nothing except a bottle of Chanel No. 5. But if I did.......
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"It's raw." 7 year old Sam warily eyed the hot dog being offered to him.
"No 'snot. Hot dogs can't be raw just….uncooked."
"I dunno."
"Come on Sammy it's like tubular bologna. You like bologna right?" Dean cajoled. Alone with a broken microwave and a picky brother he was at the end of his rope.
"Yeah."
"So try it. Please?"
Sam reached out tentatively, upper lip pulled back, brought it to his mouth. He took a small bite, grinned ear to ear.
"Wow! It's good." He carried his plate to the sofa happily munching away.
Dean sighed relieved.
Crisis averted.
