"Punk. Ass. Bitch," Dean growled as Sam shouldered open the door, a coffee in each hand. Sam let the door swing shut behind him and grinned.
"Have a nice shower?" Sam sniffed the air ostentatiously. "You sure smell . . ."
Dean chucked a shoe at his head. Sam ducked and bent to set the coffees out of the strike zone, finishing, " . . . powder fresh!"
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