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Date: 2021-06-24 03:02 pm (UTC)
has_a_phd_in_teddybear: (shock || did they really just...?!)
"Well, can't say I'm complaining about the choice of attire this morning, in either case. Maybe next time, when you've rested a bit." Is he nagging? Yes.

Dean, however, is well into drinking his second cup of coffee and ends up snorting the damned thing down entirely the wrong hole, making him cough and end up wearing more of it than drinking it. "Son of a-"

He looks up to course correct that line of questioning, and- Oh. Oh no. No, no, no. That's the look in young Sam's eyes when he started the whole damned bag of Halloween candy, had the biggest sugar (although in this context, caffeine) high of his short, young life at that point, and run Dean ragged until he barfed multicolours. Sure, he was young enough Sam didn't remember it happening, but Dean does in alarming, screaming clarity. "You'd better not have downed that fucking thing because you ain't having more."

He might not be awful at reading Zack, but he is much more well-versed at reading his brother's everything when Sam's not going out of his way to keep it hidden and lied about.

The best thing to do? Distract him with what Zack likes best. He starts bringing food over, with plates. "You, uhh, might want to go a bit easier than usual." He comments as he puts it in front of Zack.
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