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You scrub away at the left over food on a plate as you wash the dishes. This was your least favorite chore and you always preferred to do the grocery shopping instead. Sam dislikes washing the dishes too and this lead him to ask you to play a game of rock, paper, scissors to see which of you would be lucky to get the favored chore.
"Hey!" Dean says greeting you brightly as he walks into the kitchen.
"Hi." You say unenthused while continuing to scrub hard on the dishes.
"What's wrong...I didn't do something did I honey?"
"No, it's not you. I just hate washing the dishes and Sam beat me at rock, paper, scissors. So he's getting the groceries now, which is what I'd rather be doing."
"Hey. Be like Elsa — Let it go." Dean says with a smile.
"Dean...no. Just no!" You say with a few giggles coming out of you.
"Here I'll help dry since you're so butt-hurt over the loss." Dean says grabbing a drying towel and picking up a clean dish on the counter.
"Apparently you're not so good at rock, paper, scissors either according to Sam."
"Yeah he uses that game to his advantage." Dean says as he playfully bumps into you in an effort to continue cheering you up.
