"Get over here, Sammy. It's time we took a selfie."

Sam frowned suspiciously. "A selfie? What the hell for?"

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"Well, all we got are photos dating back to the Stone Age. I figure we need to update our cache."

"I am not taking a selfie with you, Dean. I know your twisted mind too well. This is probably porn-oriented or something!" Sam decreed stonily.

"You wound me, man. When have I ever pranked you?"

"Uh, ….like a zillion times!"

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Dean sighed dramatically. "That hurts, Sammy. Your lack of trust in your big bro. So, no selfie?"

"No selfie! Unless... I take it with my phone!'

Dean sighed. 'Come on, then. Pucker up.'