The challenge word of the week is trace. Ha, I wish I owned these hot boys.
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Sam and Dean walked into their latest motel room (black and white striped wallpaper), the latter sighing with disbelief.
"I can't believe the motel owner does not allow salt at the doors," he complained. "Not even a trace."
Sam shrugged. "For a motel, this one has some strict sanitation rules."
"This means that one of us will have to stay up at a time tonight," Dean said. He then raised his fist for rock paper scissors to see who's first, Sam following suit.
One… two…
Several hours later, Dean was the only one awake in the room, keeping close watch.
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