Jungle Mayhem
Dean never thought that he would mind getting dirty on the job-after all hunting was all about doing things that most people would consider just plain disgusting. However, the hunter could not contain the groan that came from him when he sank into a river of quicksand. His body quickly going down like water in a sink, he looked at his brother.
"What do we do, Sam? This is horrible!" He gestured weakly to his favorite Metallica shirt. "This shirt? It's ruined now."
Sam scoffed, standing perfectly still while he observed his older brother's struggles. "That is what you're worried about?" He supposed he should not have been surprised that Dean would place more value on a shirt than his own safety.
"This is a classic, Sam!"
"Whatever. Just stay still. Don't move. We'll be fine."