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Dean's automatic grin and chuckle at the poke of Seamus' finger stuttered slightly as his finger brushed away something he assumed was charcoal. His tongue poked out again, but this time only to wet his lips, and then the moment was gone and Seamus' hand was falling away. Between one blink and the next everything had returned to normal.

Dean shrugged at the observation. "We could have fruit for pudding, or just conveniently forget and pretend our mothers wouldn't yell at us if they knew." He grabbed his plate and sniffed in the rich scent, shuffling slightly to give Seamus a tiny bit more room to make eating easier.

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