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Dean put the gun back down on the dusty shelf.
“Are you done touching everything?”
Dean turned around to see Sam giving him the stink-eye. Dean looked down at his brother’s chest and his hands shot out to press against his firm pecs, making Sam startle. He gave his head a quick shake and shuffled from one foot to the other.
“Um… Dean? What’re you doing?”
Dean looked up at Sam, dead serious. “You know Sammy? You’d make a pretty decent chick.” He slapped his brother in the centre of his chest once and gave him his best smart-ass smile before walking past him and back out of the dusty pawn shop and onto the street.
After a short, confused hesitation Sam followed after him. “Would you stop doing that? You always change the subject. You need to deal with this, Dean. You can’t just keep shoving it down. You need to talk!”
“About what, Sammy?”
“Sam,” he said, pursing his lips and grinding his teeth in a way that never failed to entertain Dean. “You need to deal with Jo and Ellen.”
Dean stopped dead on the sidewalk and turned to look up at his brother. “Look,” he said completely seriously, “You deal with it however you want, and let me deal with my stuff my own way, okay?”
Dean stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and turned away, walking down the street heading for where he had parked the Impala earlier. A song had been stuck in his head for the past few hours and he barely realized when he started humming it. Sam caught up to him and shook his head.
“Dude. Are you humming Sailor Moon?”
Dean startled and stopped humming right away. “It’s catchy. Whatever. Shut up.”