Disclaimer: I don't have them in my pockets. So, no, they're not mine.
Beta: bia1007
Word of the week: pry
Word count: 100!!!
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Your Fault
"Hurry up Dean! It's freaking cold out here," Sam rubbed his hands.
"Shuddup Sammy!" Despite the chilly air, Dean was sweating. "Just suck it up will ya?!"
Sam rolled his eyes. "What's taking ya so long? Lemme do it!" he shoved Dean aside.
"Nobody's doing this but me!" Dean pushed Sam and continued working.
"Why don't we pry it open with a lever?" Sam held up an iron bar.
"Sam, I swear if you touch my baby with that…I'll kill you." Dean shot Sam a warning glare.
"Hey! It's not my fault you dropped the keys dude!"
"Shuddup Sam!"
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End