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[hopeitsworthit]

By the time Sam comes back bearing food, Dean's finished up with the Impala and is busy cleaning the guns instead.

Hey, once your hands're dirty, may as well keep up with the trend, right?

(He did wash 'em first. Car oil and gun oil don't mix real well. Still.)

"Sam? Tell me you brought back the good beer this time?"

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[gavemea_45]

He kicks the door shut behind him and sets the bags of takeout on the nearest table.

"Oh, you wanted beer too?"

(One hand is still behind his back.)

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean looks up from the gun in his hands, pissy expression settling on his face.

"If you brought back that damn orange soda shit again, I swear to God I'll -- "

[gavemea_45]

"Dude, unclench."

He shows his other hand, holding up a couple of beers.

"Good enough for you?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Dude," Dean parrots, "you first."

Then he sets down his gun, holding out one hand and flexing his fingers.

"Gimme."