The challenge word is sprawl. I'd ask for Supernatural for Christmas, but I'd never get it.
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Sam and Dean walked into their motel room, panting like they had just ran a marathon. They had just finished a very tiring hunt.
"I feel like I need to sleep for a year," Dean sighed.
Sam nodded. "You're not the only one."
Dean fell face first on one of the beds. "Cloud 9 is really looking good right now."
Sam stared at his brother, already wanting to go to sleep.
"Hopefully, I can have some really good dreams tonight," he said, and he sprawled himself on the other bed and found himself drifting off to sleep, Dean as well.
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