So what did you get?” Dean asked Sam as he walked through the door of the pub and slumped into the chair in front of him. Dean grinned and pushed over a beer which Sam took gratefully.

A whole lotta nothing.” Sam replied before taking a long pull on his beer. Dean averted his eyes just so he wouldn't loose track of what he wanted to say. The long line of Sam's throat entirely too distracting. Dean frowned at himself, wondering when Sam's neck had become a distraction rather than just a way of keeping his brothers head on his body. He shook his head to clear it.

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