LEAN MEAN DEAN
WOW: thick. Dean's wondering what happened to his leanness and meanness.
Disclaimer: He's not mine, sorry to say!
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Dean stared into the bathroom mirror and sighed.
He'd always been thick-set; nothing like that string-bean brother of his, but the hunter's life had always kept him fit, firm and limber.
But now; playing house in the bunker, a comfortable bed, good home cooking - not to mention passing his mid-thirties …
He squeezed his softening midriff and sighed again.
It was time to take action; time to pump iron; time to reclaim Lean Mean Dean.
Except right now, there was half a cherry pie in the refrigerator, and Superbowl on the TV.
Tomorrow, then.
Lean Mean Dean would understand.
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