Warning: a bit nasty.
Dean thrust his hand into the soft, slimy meat of the bait box and selected a worm at random. Picking up his rod he threaded the sharp point of a hook through the head of the worm, pausing briefly to watch it wiggle and squirm helplessly at the end of the line before casting it out into the rapidly flowing river - where it would soon be swallowed by some ravenous carnivore, or slowly drown in the chill waters.
And Dean wondered, for an uncharitable moment, if this was a glimpse of what it was like to be Chuck.
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