I'm probably late posting this drabble. The word is eye. I wished I owned Supernatural, but all I have are my own stories.
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Sam and Dean walked into the bunker...completely bruised and battered. Sam was trying to position a dislocated shoulder while Dean was holding an ice pack to a black eye.
"Wow," Dean said. "We have never come across a monster that big before. He was even bigger than you, and that's saying something."
Sam gave a slight (bleep)face. "A monster that big is now behind us. Now we have our own problems. You have a black eye."
"You have a dislocated shoulder."
"Well, at least I dealt the final blow on that giant son of a (bleep)," Dean said.
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