"Dean," Sam yelled. "We are not killing a unicorn!"
"Dude. You really want a kinky twisted horn through the gut! Lemmì take the shot!"
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"Gonna have to go through me," Sam steadfastly insisted,
"Freakin' hell, Sammy. Get your scrawny ass out the way."
"No." his brother repeated, arms wide, shielding the animal.
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"Gross!" Dean grimaced when a long pink tongue licked its way up his sibling's cheek before the unicorn turned with a whinny and toss of the head and galloped off.
"It does fart rainbows," Dean grinned in awe, the stream of sparkling colours glowing in the dark.