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Word: splinter
Word count: 100 on the nose!
Dean shivered and tried to slouch farther into his sodden clothing. Steam had risen off of his jacket until it had become too cold and wet to produce it.
The rain had started to turn to snow and stalled at some torture of flaming shards of ice.
Dean was 100% sure stakeouts outside sucked, 90% sure he was getting sick, and 100% sure that shit was running down the back of his carefully popped collar.
"Fucking splinter!" Dean spat.
"You've got a splinter?" Sam's teeth were chattering.
"No. Weather."
"Cryptic much?"
"Splinter. Comes between winter and spring. Sucks. Out. Loud."