JOB WELL DUNG
Chapter 2
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Sam gaped, slightly stunned by the bluntness of his brother's instruction; "you are joking; you're not seriously suggesting we sit in the car together, stark naked?"
His throat convulsed as he gagged at the thought.
Dean had already stepped out of his jeans and was casually threading his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.
"Woah, woah, WOAH!"… Sam gasped in panic; "I don't suppose your baby does sweaty ass cheeks either - surely we can leave these on?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, alright Samantha - sorry, I ain't got a screen for you to change behind."
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