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"It puts the lotion on it's skin or else it gets the hose again," Sam said as Dean rubbed some of his icy hot cream on to his knees, shoulders, and lower back.
"What the fuck, Sammy?" Dean asked, mid rub. "Did you just Silence of the Lambs me? That is just fucking creepy."
"I thought it was funny," Sam shrugged innocently. "Lemme have some if that before you put it up. I wanna put some on my shoulder."
"You know, you never make good references like that." Dean handed the cream over to Sam who had taken off his shirt to apply the cream liberally. "And I also think we should be stockholders in Icy Hot since we have to buy so much if the shit."
"I can make references just like you, Dean. And I agree. We are getting too old for this shit."