HOPPING MAD

WOW: split. Facing some unusual magic, Dean's reflexes might not be as good as he thought ...

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Pushing the dead witch aside, Sam he helped his brother up.

"Sam, that bitch was gonna turn me into a rabbit," Dean grumbled; "lucky I've got such sharp reflexes."

"Lucky I ganked her in time," Sam retorted.

"You'd make a good rabbit," he added; "always eating, humping everything in sight …"

"Nah," Dean snorted; "being everyone's supper? Living on carrots? A rabbit's life sucks. With my reflexes, I'm a panther!"

Sam watched Dean stride away, grinning as he noticed the fluffy white scut poking jauntily out through a split in the ass of Dean's pants.

"Okay Dean; you keep telling yourself that!"

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