The word this week is Precious and for some reason it suggested soot-covered Winchesters to me!

"Precious?"

Dean wheezed breathlessly, wiping ineffectually at the soot and ash that covered him from head to foot as Sam smiled irritatingly at him.

"Not my fault if she recognized me as the real hero of the hour."

The taller Winchester sprawled on the grass next to the burnt-out shell of the building they had just exited.

"No fair Sammy..."

Dean coughed.

"I carried the three of them outta there and she tells you that you're 'precious'!"

Sam grinned and handed his sulky sibling a bottle of water.

"Next time, Dean, rescue the cat. Girls love guys with kittens."

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