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“Speaking of which, what the hell are we going to do about that?”

“I dunno’. Think the Make a Wish Foundation works for stuff like this?” Dean inquired hopefully.

“Yeah,” Sam replied coldly. “You know what? Forget them. While we’re at it we might as well just ask Aladdin where he keeps the lamp and then we can do all the wishing ourselves – eliminate the middleman.” Dean’s face fell.

“All right, I get it,” he said shortly, eyes darkening – however, Sam was on a roll.

“Or even better – let’s go to the North Pole and see if Santa Claus’ elves can whip up some Grace in their toyshop.”

“Okay,” Dean growled.

“I bet we’ll get candy canes.”

“I get it,” Dean repeated with a low tone.

“I love candy canes.”