My only excuse for this is that I'm sleepy.
I own nothing. Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. And there is one really bad word in this drabble, but if Bruce Willis can get away with it, so can Dean. LOL
Enjoy…
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Dean lifted his machete up above his head, the edge of it shining in the light, adjusted his hold a tiny bit and brought it down so fast, the vampire didn't even know what hit it. There was a wet sound when the sharp edge of the machete hit the vampire's neck and blood splashed all over the place, mostly landing on Sam. How that managed to happen, was beyond Sam's comprehension. His brother was just a master like that.
"Yippee-ki-yey motherfucker."
The head rolled away, coming to a stop near the couch.
Sam sighed: "Did you watch Die Hard again last night?" and wiped his bloody hand on his bloody jeans.
Dean grinned.
Sam rolled his eyes and started walking away.
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The End