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Title<\/b>: Flexible Morals [Sam, Dean]
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: G
\nSummary<\/b>: Sam does not want Dean’s illicit booty.
\nAN<\/b>: Written for Trick or Treat 2006.<\/p>\n

Flexible Morals<\/b><\/p>\n

“I’m not related to you.” Sam had his hands over his eyes.<\/p>\n

Dean smirked, because he knew exactly what it would take to put an end to Sammy’s inconvenient ‘social taboos.’ “Want a peanut butter cup?”<\/p>\n

“No<\/i>,” Sam pulled his fingers apart just enough to glare at Dean, “I refuse to take any part of your illicit booty<\/i>.”<\/p>\n

“C’mon, Sammy,” Dean nudged the bright orange plastic bag a little further towards Sam across the Impala’s front seat. “All’s fair, y’know? They were way too old to be trick-or-treating. It was my moral imperative to put a stop to their shenagins.”<\/p>\n

“It was your moral imperative to leap out of the bushes at them, screaming like a maniac?”<\/p>\n

“I can spot TPers a mile away.” Dean shoved a whole fun-sized (honestly, this size wasn’t that much fun really) Butterfingers in his mouth and smiled condescendingly. “And those, baby brother, were TPers.”<\/p>\n

“I’m not related…” Sam cut off when Dean reached a little deeper in the plastic bag and actually pulled out a roll of toilet paper.<\/p>\n

And then he delivered the coup de grace. “Clark bar?”<\/p>\n

Sam called him a bastard and snatched the candy out of his hand. <\/p>\n