"Spine, backbone, Sammy! When did we ever gank a monster that didn't have one?"
"Uh... never!" his brother replied, staring down at the nauseating pile of gunk.
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It had been a sentient slime creature which covered its prey in a biological quicksand, choking its victim before breaking down its body and digesting it; a horrible death.
"I hope this is the only one in existence," Dean grunted in disgust.
"Probably is. There's no lore. We only managed to kill it by throwing everything we had at it."
"Yeah, well, it's time to fire it up," Dean said, pouring petrol over the remains while Sam sprinkled the salt.
Before long the flames had reduced everything to ashes.
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"Another one hits the dust, Sammy."
"It killed five people, Dean and who knows how many more it would've chomped down on. Sometimes I'm amazed we're still alive. Any one of the monsters we hunt could easily have taken us down."
"We're the Winchesters, dude. Invincible, just like Batman and Superman."
Sam rolled his eyes. "You wanna count how many times we've died, Dean? Kinda makes us not-invincible."
"But it wasn't monsters that ganked us, Sam. It was humans, gods, angels. Walt, Roy, Jake, Trickster, throw in a couple of suicides..."
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"You got dragged to Hell by a hellhound," Sam bitched. "I'd say monster."
"Na!" Dean retorted. "That was the result of a deal."
"And I'll never forgive you for making that deal."
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Dean shrugged "We go out together, Sammy. I'm not going on without you."
"Dean, " Sam said softly. "It doesn't have to be like that. "
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Dean just gave him a wry smile and walked on ahead towards the Impala.