The word this week is Strike and I blame a poster for Pompeii I saw for this shameless objectification. (Kit Harrington's abs!) Warning...scantily clad Winchesters within!
Sam raised the heavy lump hammer, his muscles bunched to strike the thin metal band as concentration briefly masked the amusement on his face.
"Whoa, Sammy!"
Dean squirmed lifting his shackled neck from the impromptu, tree-stump block, the chain from his collar jingling noisily.
"Be sure you hit the damned lock, okay? Not my head!"
Dean snarked, shivering on the cold ground, his ridiculously small, leather loincloth all that he had left to defend his modesty.
"So much for boasting about slave fantasies to a pissed-off witch, huh bro?"
Sam giggled as Dean blushed to his naked toes.
Thanks for reading. I sure enjoyed the visuals, I hope yu did too!