"I'm not going in there," Dean declared emphatically.

"We face dangerous monsters every day, Dean," Sam replied incredulous. "How can you be afraid of a cow?"

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"I'm not afraid of cows," Dean corrected him, eyeing the grazing animal's butt. "I don't like long swishy tails, is all."

"Swishy tails? Come on!.."

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"Tell me a monster we've come up against that has a long swishy tail, Sam."

"Uh well... chupacabra, skin-walker.."

"Yeah, but their tails were shorter and not as swishy," Dean replied.

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Sam rolled his eyes. "You sure you haven't been cursed with a fear spell or something"

"No. I just have an aversion to swish... "

"Okay, Enough with the swishy tails. I get it! I'll go," Sam bitched, jumping the fence and moving forward.

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"You douche-bag!" the younger man yelled as he quickly retraced his steps. "Swishy tail my ass! You knew it was a bull, Dean."

But his brother was too busy wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.