Sometimes Sam really should know better …

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"... I'm not gonna ask; not encouraging him ..."

" ... best not to get involved, I'll only regret it ..."

"... No, I really don't wanna know wha … jeez, how the heck did he get into that position? I'd never have guessed he was that flexible ..."

Perched cross-legged on his bed, doubled over in an impressively gymnastic position, Dean intently examined his own midriff.

Sam gave a defeated sigh "... Ah crap, it's no good ..."

"Dean, what the hell are you doing?"

Dean looked up with a grin, "hey Sammy, my bellybutton fluff is bright blue – wanna see?


"... See, I hate being right all the time ...".