HANDS ON
WOW: Back. A Hunter's life is hard on the back.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and no amount of scheming is likely to change that!
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CRACK
"AAAAAGH!"
C-CRRUNCH
*whimper*
CRACKLE
"Guuuuuuh …"
CREEEEEEAAAA-EEAK
*groan*
SNAP
"SONOFA-FREAKIN'-BI …"
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Dean hastily scurried down the steps of the building; jacket slung over his arm, his shaky fingers frantically rearranging his rumpled, inside-out T-shirt in his feverish haste to escape the cruel clutches of his wicked tormentor.
Flinging open Baby's door, he sunk bonelessly into her driver's seat letting out a long, sweet sigh of relief.
To hell with Sam and his bright ideas. Dean would wait for his sore back to heal the normal way; he sure as heck wasn't going anywhere near a freakin' chiropractor ever again.
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