Dean pushed the food around on his plate with a sort of morbid fascination. There was something entirely too sexy about Dean’s pout. Not that Dean would admit to pouting, but ever since Sam had dropped off food and left, he’d been about as fun to play with as a wet bag. Really, if he wanted this sort of brooding company he’d have gone to check
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