SOUTH OF THE BORDER
WOW: Stall.
Conceptual challenge: a forced examination ...
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Dean's hurting in, um, 'that' part of the world. Sam wants to help.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, want ... but can't have. *stamps foot*
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"Dean, what? So it hurts - uh - there?"
Sam bites his lip, a pink flush colours his cheeks;
"Oh crap!"
"Nnngguuhh … "
"Sorry dude, I should take a look."
"guh … geddoff ."
There's a scuffle; Sam nurses carpet burns.
"Dean, quit stallin', let me look."
*swat*
"p-paws off ; I'll do it."
Sweaty fingers fumble at fly buttons.
*pants*
"Jeez Sam, friggin' hur's."
"dude, let me ... "
*swat*
"Dude …"
Another scuffle.
"GYAAAAAH!"
Resolute hand slips beneath worn denim; gently palpitates rock-hard, knotted flesh.
"Yep; that's a nasty sonofabitch groin strain dude ..."
...
...
"... dude?"
*terrified blink*
"Uh, you might wanna try breathing sometime, bro'."
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