OH NEGATIVE

WOW: Tilt. Sam's got a really great idea; Dean doesn't share his enthusiasm.

Disclaimer: Don't own; wish I did ... surely that's old news now?

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Dean sullenly trailed along behind his brother, hands thrust in his pockets; "I still don' see why we gotta do this," he huffed.

Sam frowned; because it's a good thing to do."

"S'stupid," came the muttered response accompanied by the patented Dean Winchester eye roll.

Opening the door, Sam smiled as Dean's nose wrinkled in disgust at the depressingly familiar disinfectant smell of a clinical environment.

A smiling nurse greeted them with a welcoming tilt of the head.

"Hi guys, are you both donating blood today?"

Sam hesitated as he heard a loud, untidy thud on the floor behind him.

"No just me," he sighed.

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