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He knows why, Dean decided they needed some time off and needed to kick back but instead of instant rebuffing from Sam he got a quick yes, he really wanted some time off too.
A couple of shots and Sam was about ready to play strip poker but no Dean being the horrible no good brother that he is entered Sam into a hot dog eating contest and with Sam’s walls and inhibitions down he easily agreed and actually won.
Which ok yeah that was pretty awesome. They won a cash money prize of 500 dollars and a stupid trophy of a hot dog which Dean held up like he was the one who did all the work ( ... )
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The car hit a surprising bump and Sam lurched forward. His face paled and became green in color. He burped and plastered his hand over his mouth.
And just like that, because he’s a fucking irony on legs, bile seeped up his windpipe burning his esophagus and splattering out form behind his hand.
“Sam? What-Ewww!” Dean muttered incoherently pulling over quickly to the side of the road.
Sam coughed as his eyes watered and his throat constricted. More bile seeped out and suddenly he couldn’t stand to hold his hand over his mouth.
Bits and chunks of undigested hot dogs spilled all over his lap, the dash and onto the leather seats.
He felt Dean’s hand on his back but he shook his head frantically. Not yet.More bile spewed out until finally the bread started to pop out into disgusting wet globs. The smell was horrendous and Sam didn’t know if he would ever stop vomiting ( ... )
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Dean holding up the hot dog trophy like he'd won it himself... I loved it and it totally seemed like something Dean would do. :D
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