Not Dean caught the tail end of Sam's frown and it made him wish he'd not said anything at all about it. He didn't want to make him uncomfortable - it was a joke! "I don't want the knife, Sammy," the clone responded in a tone that indicated no further discussion of the subject was necessary. "It's kind of hard to miscount to two," his tone was light as he responded to Shannon. Even he could count to two.
Sam kicked back the can nearly as soon as he'd managed to open it. The clone was satisfied then that he'd done his good deed for the day - he'd taken care of Sam. Good shit. He was pretty good at this big brother stuff after all. The can was passed to Shannon and again the clone felt useful. He'd done something nice for Shannon - who deserved something nice for a change. Clone 2 : Original 0. This score was getting better and better.
Clone Dean could smell the beans from where he was standing and his stomach was grumbling with hunger. That was different.