Sneak attack!
E/O: challenge, first line.
Word count: spot on 100
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any Winchesters.
The first one was intense; the second knocked him off his feet. Metaphorically, anyway. He felt the slow burn in his airways as his eyes began to water. He even sent up a silent prayer for release in desperation.
Only one option remained, though Dean detested such an exit strategy.
"Dude, what the HELL did you eat?" Dean coughed theatrically, pulling the Impala to the side of the road and cranking the window open.
"I said I was sorry! What more do you want?" Sam frowned.
"It's okay, baby, we'll get you an air freshener," Dean rubbed the dash soothingly.
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