"Let's settle this the old-fashioned way," Dean declared. "Rock, paper, scissors."
Sam shook his head in disbelief. "There's no point, Dean. You always lose. It's like taking candy from a baby!"
"Exaggeration!" Dean scowled. "Sometimes I win."
"Come on then," Sam challenged. "When was the last time you did?"
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"Uh-well." Dean scratched his head, trying to pull a potential rabbit out of the hat. Unfortunately, what Sam said was true. He consistently lost at the stupid game though he'd never admit it to a grinning little brother.
"You can't think of one, can you, Dean?"
"With all we have going on, you want me to remember an unimportant detail like that, Sammy? Give me a break!"
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"I'll win this time," Dean declared stubbornly, holding out his hand, "and I'll note it down on my phone so I won't forget. Your luck's gotta run out sooner or later."
With a sigh, Sam stretched out his hand but after three attempts, it was clear that Lady Luck was still firmly sitting in the younger man's corner.
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"Sorry, dude," Sam teased, giving Dean's shoulder a consolatory squeeze. "Just remember to separate the clothes into colour-adjacent piles before loading them into the washing machines.
The end