PLUCKING HELL
WOW: skin. Sam needs an unusual ingredient for a spell - Dean's not quite as invested as maybe he should be.
Disclaimer: Do I own them? Do I heck.
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"This skinwalker spell needs eleven of your hairs Dean."
"Eleven of … what, you mean …?"
"From your head Dean."
"Oh, right …"
"I thought you meant …"
"I know what you thought, and – no, we don't need eleven of those. Thank God."
"Good, because no skanky skinwalker's worth …"
"Dean, please, can we …?"
"Right, okay." *fumble* *tug* *mutter*
"Oh, for heaven's sake, do it like this."
*plink*
"OOOW!"
"You're such a baby Dean."
*plink*
"OOW! SONOFA …"
"I got three that time."
"Well, ain't you lucky, bitch." *SMACK*
"Crap, now I've dropped them, jerk. We'll have to start again!"
"Dean? I said we've gotta start again."
...
"Dean?"
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