The challenge word is gray. I don't own Supernatural and I don't own these hot guys.
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Dean panted as he finally got away from the wendigo that he was running away from. Apparently, he had run too much for his body and brain to handle.
Sam watched from his waiting spot near the Impala, worried about his brother. "Dean, are you alright?" he asked.
"M'fine," Dean wheezed. "I can take care of myself."
Then his world turned to gray, then finally to black.
He opened his eyes to find a blurry-looking little brother staring down at him, a worried and annoyed look on his face.
"You were saying?" he asked."
Dean groaned. "Just help me up."
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