The challenge word is length. I don't own these boys, just my own thoughts and ideas.
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Dean had challenged Sam to a footrace from the end of the road to the bunker, and they were currently running it. At first, Dean had the lead, but then Sam pulled ahead and reached the bunker first.
"Just how long are those sasquach legs anyway?" Dean asked, panting.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Does leg length matter?" he asked.
Dean caught his breath. "Whatever," he grumbled. "I thought slow and steady was supposed to win the race. I want a rematch."
Sure enough, they ran the race again, with the exact same result: Sam winning and Dean cursing long legs.
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