NOT SO SILENT NIGHT
Dean's incapable of silence, even when he's sleeping ...
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Sam stared at Dean's sleeping form and sighed.
Sprawled across the couch, one arm dangling limply into an empty chocolate box on the floor, he was snoring heartily, sleeping the sleep of the truly inebriated, and drooling contentedly.
His feet dangled over the arm of the couch, the threadbare odd socks adorning them the same colour as the party hat that hung off his left ear, and his grossly distended belly, full to bursting with their Christmas feast, bulged over the waist of his jeans, gurgling menacingly as he scratched his nose and burped lavishly.
So much for a silent night.
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