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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