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Dean angled the Impala's rear view mirror further left. He carefully smudged his eye shadow.
Sam bit his lips. He wouldn't risk his life by laughing but a smile glowed in Sam's eyes.
“I'm good lookin' bait for that homophobic vampire.”
Dean wiped off half the lip gloss. “You're enjoying this too much, Sammy.”
“So are you.” Sam reached out to Dean's un-brushed brown hair and messed it further.
Definitely bed head hair.
Dean smoothed his tight midnight black jeans.
“Let's go, jerk.”
“Ladies first, bitch.”