LIGHT ON HIS FEET
WOW: hover. It's been a while since Dean explored the bunker. Sam's POV
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Dean really shouldn't explore the vaults here in the bunker; no good ever comes of it.
This time he found the winged sandals of Mercury. Even I didn't think he'd be stupid enough to wedge his great big size elevens into them.
He thought it was a great big joke, hovering around the bunker. Personally, I think he just liked being taller than me for a while.
But then the goddamn idiot forgot he had them on when he went outside to lock up the Impala.
He's just been picked up by a passing crop duster somewhere over northern Iowa.
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