HEAT OF THE MOMENT
WOW: prickle. One of the boys' more uncomfortable hunts!
Disclaimer: Don't own them and I guess that's not going to change anytime soon.
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Horses sweat, they say; men perspire and ladies glow.
Dean reckoned he was doing all three.
If he smelled anywhere near as bad as Sam did right now, he wasn't going near civilisation until he'd showered at least twice.
Although, once the mosquitoes and leeches had finished with him, there probably wouldn't be much left to shower anyway.
Scratching feverishly at the prickly heat that crawled up and down his spine like fire ants, Dean sighed as a bead of sweat dripped off his nose.
Next time Sam heard about a possessed 'gator in the Everglades, some other sap could deal with it.
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