The challenge word is beat. Do I own these guys? No, I don't think so.
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Sam was sitting in the library doing his favorite thing in the world: research. Then, he heard the front door open, and Dean came in, groaning.
He was covered in bruises, completely black and blue.
"Dean, what happened to you?" Sam asked with worry as his brother trudged down the stairs.
Dean winced. "The usual. Some dudes beat me up at the bar. It's just some bruises."
Sam ran over to him, saying, "Come on, let me take care of this."
"I'm fine," Dean said, before suddenly face-planting on the floor.
Sam shook his head. "You were saying?" he asked.
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