'You taking up gardening, Sammy?'
Dean came over to watch as Sam, his hands protected by gloves, settled a purple plant into a ceramic pot, patting down the soil around it.
'No. I was lucky enough to get a cutting of this rare herb,' his little brother enthused, looking up with a smile.
'What's so special about it?' Dean asked, unimpressed by the repulsive-looking weed.
'It's called 'Hobble, Gobble',' Sam replied, his 'eager to explain' expression appearing on his face.
'Stop right there, Sparky,' Dean scowled. 'I don't care if it's called Batman. I came in for coffee, not for a botany lesson. Anyway, I leave all that witchy-woo stuff to you, Wizard Boy!
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'Yeah, It's better you have nothing to do with it,' Sam agreed. 'And never touch it without protection.'
'Does it strike you dead or something?' Dean asked casting a baleful eye over the fugly thing.
Sam chuckled. 'Far worse, if you're someone who enjoys sex.'
'Yikes! Dude!' Dean passed a protective hand over his groin.
'It also has mesmerizing powers. If you stare at it long enough, it draws you in, makes you reach out a hand and….boom!' Sam grinned as his brother backed away, his face a mask of horror.
'I think I liked you better when you dabbled in demon blood, Sam. I've always hated witches and now I've got my own personal version. Just don't go dark-side, dude or we're all effed up!'
'Don't worry. If I do, I'll make you my minion!' Sam called out after him.
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With all that was going on with Chuck, Dean couldn't help but wonder!