MISTAKEN IDENTITY
WOW Boston. Those boys have a run in with the spirit of one of history's less than pleasant characters. It's days are numbered
Disclaimer: I don't own them, it's shocking really.
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Sam dropped his shotgun and crouched beside his brother, rubbing soothing circles across Dean's heaving back as he desperately sucked air into his starved lungs.
"y'ok dude?"
"yeah;" the word rode on harsh gulping breaths as Dean kneaded his bruised throat.
"Thanks Sammy, that's one nasty sonofabitch spirit."
Sam nodded, "it's the spirit of one nasty sonofabitch dude."
"Boston freakin' Strangler," snorted Dean, "gonna enjoy saltin' and burnin' that douchebag's bones.
He rose shakily; "thing is, all his vics were women; why'd the dick attack me?
Sam shrugged, "you're shorter and prettier than me; perhaps he got confused."
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"kiss my peachy ass!"
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