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It was a week after Thanksgiving and Dean was cleaning out the refrigerator. He opened a Tupperware and took an experimental sniff. It didn’t smell bad, exactly, but—
Sam came into the kitchen and Dean held out the container of stuffing for a second opinion. “Does this look like mold to you?”
Sam ignored him. “Dean, I’ve been giving this a lot of thought and I think we should have sex.”
Dean peered at his brother. He had a little extra color in his cheeks but otherwise appeared normal. “Dude, did you eat this stuffing? I’m pretty sure it’s bad.”
“What? No. Didn’t you hear me?”
“You think we should have sex?”
“Yeah.”
Dean snapped the lid on the stuffing and put it back in the fridge to deal with later. “Like, now?”
Sam swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob. “Well. Sure. Now’s good. We’ve waited long enough as it is.”
“Amen to that.” Dean put his arms around his brother, kissed him on the lips. He’d never done it before, but it felt as natural as breathing. “Let’s go.”
Sam blinked rapidly, making him look more like a cartoon princess than usual. “Just like that?”
“Just like that, Sammy.”