The prompt word is punch. If I owned these guys, then I wouldn't be writing this.
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Sam was laughing the whole time they were walking back to the Impala, while Dean was holding his nose with a rag and wincing.
"Stop laughing, Sammy," Dean groaned. "At least I didn't have the living daylights punched out of me."
"It's not the fact that you got punched in the nose," Sam smirked. "Look at your face."
"What?" Dean removed the rag revealing the bloody nose. And when he looked into one of the side mirrors of the Impala, the face wasn't a pretty sight. But it was quite hilarious."
Dean huffed. "I am going to murder that (bleep)."
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