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He shook his head, a soft keen rasping up dry throat tissue and out between chapped lips. It had been a long summer made even longer it seemed by the endless days stuck at home while his father and older brother were out Hunting evil.
He ran a hand over the smooth skin replacing his long, dark locks. It felt alien, discomforting. He sighed and let his shoulders droop.
Dad was going to be pissed. When school started next week life would be hell. The prank war had reached an ultimate low in the hazel eyes of the Sam Winchester.