Hot Diggety Bog
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"Hang on Dean," Sam yelled, stretching his lanky body to the limit on the humid moss-covered ground, his right arm extended to the extreme, muscles straining as he tried to grasp his sibling's outstretched hand.
"Sam, it's useless. I can't move," Dean yelled, the suction of the quicksands pulling him inexorably down.
"Come on man, another inch," Sam cajoled. "You can do it."
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Dean made a super-human effort and his fingers brushed Sam's, who almost dislocated his arm as he closed his long fingers around those of his brother.
"I've gotcha, Dean," Sam whooped, slowly dragging his brother towards him until he exited the quicksand with a loud squelch, covered in goo from head to toe, reminiscent of some Hollywood swamp monster
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"You reek, Dude," Sam groaned, the putrid smell of his slime-covered brother offending his nostrils."You're not getting into the Impala like that."
Dean was hunched over, hands on his knees, trying to get his breath back.
"My Baby 'll understand," he panted.
"She might, but I won't," Sam bitched taking a step back, recalling the stink that had permeated the Impala for weeks the last time Dean had taken a head-dive into toilet-flavoured waters.
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"What do you want me to do, dude?" Dean asked ironically. "Run behind the car?"
"Strip down to your boxers and trash your clothes, doofus. There's an old blanket in the boot. You can wrap it around you," Sam scowled, but Dean simply grinned up at him, an undecipherable expression on his face.
"Thanks, Sammy," Dean said. "You saved my bacon. You deserve a hug," and as swift as a panther, he jumped his brother and enveloped him in his revolting slime.
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Sam's horrified howl of "Deeeean" echoed thoughout the swamp, making the elder Winchester smirk even more.
Nothing was sweeter than hearing Sammy yelp.
Life was good.
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