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Beta: bia1007
Word of the week: Hold
Word count: 100
a/n: It's Sidjack's birthday!!! And here's Sam with a crappy leg for you!!! Love ya hon! *hugs*
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Stress
Dean towered over Sam, who was bundled in thick blankets, legs stretched on the couch, hands holding his calves, furrows of pain creasing his forehead.
"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked.
"Muscle stress."
Dean's snorted with sympathy. It had been real cold lately and they had been out too long during the last hunt. "Scoot over." He sat down by Sam's legs, almost pinning them in the process.
"Oww Dean!" Sam hissed, annoyed.
Indifferent of the protest, Dean lifted Sam's legs, laid them on his lap and started kneading the soles of Sam's feet. "Feel better?"
Sam flushed. "Yeah, thanks."
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End