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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