Chapter One Hundred and Fifty: Precaution

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The following Friday, Dean came home from work, covered with the usual grease. He placed a takeout bag from a local Chinese restaurant on the kitchen table. He winked at his brother and headed towards the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, the older brother entered the kitchen, walked towards the refrigerator, and took out a beer. He grabbed a fork out of a cabinet drawer and sat at the table, reaching for the bag.

"What time ya leaving, Sammy?"

"In fifteen minutes, Dean."

Dean set a small bag and the Impala keys on the table. Sam looked at the bag, picked it up and opened it. Inside was a package of condoms. He looked at his brother and shook his head.

"You need protection, Sammy."

"I already have some. Dad bought them for me last year."

"Man, that's my job," Dean complained.

"You would have flunked on it, Dean."

"How?"

"These are too small,"the younger brother stated, as he took the keys and walked towards the living room and the front door.

Dean sat in the kitchen, meal forgotten, a look of shock on his face.


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