Dean placed the modified baseball bat on the table, the blood-red tips of the spikes a testimony to its recent use.
"Dude, this bad boy is just what we needed to bash in some monster heads," Dean observed with a satisfied grunt.
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Sam couldn't hide his smile at his big brother's words. Dean was like a kid with a new toy.
"You watch way too much Walking Dead, Dean. We've had zombies of our own to deal with. I don't need to see them on TV too."
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"I get the difference between reality and fiction, Sammy but you can't deny Lucille 2 here is pretty useful," Dean retorted.
"Whatever. Anyway, you only like that show because Negan could be Dad's twin."
A serious expression substituted the light-hearted one on Dean's face.
"Maybe," he acknowledged, "though I'd bet on Dad to kick Negan's ass any day."
"That's because Dad really could kick ass while that guy on TV is just an actor and he'd probably run a mile if John even looked sideways at him."
"Dad was one cool customer, Sammy. "
"Yeah," Sam echoed. "Sometimes we butted heads but he was our Dad and we loved him."
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Dean clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I'm going for a shower. Think you could brew up a coffee for your big brother?" he asked with an eyebrow wiggle.
"When have I ever been able to deny you anything ?" Sam teased but all he received in answer was a sassy grin.
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