HISS-TERICAL
WOW: scale. Sometimes it's good to put matters in perspective.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.
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"Sammy …" croaked Dean as the Lyndworm's coils tightened, winding around his chest; squeezing and constricting with a brutal slowness.
Bug-eyed and crimson-faced, Dean yawned a breathless plea as Sam lunged repeatedly toward the hissing, spitting monster, cursing with desperate frustration as his bronze blade glanced harmlessly off its impenetrable scales.
In one final frantic act, Dean rolled onto his side, flipping the lyndworm over, exposing the softer scales along its belly.
Sam's blade bit deep.
"You okay bro'?" He asked, pulling the lifeless carcass away from Dean's prone body.
"Yeah," gasped Dean, "I'll never complain about being hugged by Garth again."
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