"You ready to clean out this nest of vamps, Sammy?"
Dean gave his brother a devilish smile, which Sam returned in kind.
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"Yeah. We can do twenty blood-suckers, Dean. Make like Rick in the Walking Dead!"
"Hey, man! We were first. He copied us."
"Whatever!" Sam chuckled.
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An air of euphoria surrounded the brothers These last few days they'd been full of energy, anxious to hunt, to destroy evil. In essence the Winchester Brothers were at their best and most dangerous.
Despite the younger's puppy-dog eyes and the older's unwholesome eating habits, both were trained killers who could separate a head from a body in one elegant stroke, or fire a bullet to the heart with unerring accuracy.
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Twenty vamps and much huffing and puffing later, the brothers leaned into each other.
"We still make a great team, Sammy, " Dean declared with relish, his face and body splattered with blood, and his sibling could do nothing but agree.