DAYDREAM BOBSLEDDER
WOW: wreck. There's a time and a place for daydreaming about the Winter Olympics. This isn't it.
200 words
Disclaimer: I don't own him.
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And the crowd goes wild as the USA's unbeaten two-man Bobsled team, leaps effortlessly into their sled to settle into this final run of this Winter Olympics.
Driven by the courageously daring, and devastatingly handsome (skin-tight aerodynamic bodysuit anyone?), Dean Winchester, the sled careens at breakneck speed down the Olympic bob run, controlled – just barely – by their steadfast brakeman, Sam Winchester.
Tearing down the deadly, winding track, the gleaming sled is nothing more than a flashing blur of red, white and blue as its fearless driver defies the laws of physics, urging it faster and faster, laughing in the face of danger and wrecking any hopes of gold for his fellow competitors.
Bend six, bend seven, bend eight … the sled is on fire! This is surely the new world record … such courage, such reckless determination, Dean Winchester …
Dean Winch …
DEAN …
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DEAN!
Snapping back into the here and now, Dean glanced across to his hyperventilating brother; sweat-soaked and plastered against the Impala's passenger seat, eyes glazed with the arenaline hit of a near-death experience.
"Dean, for the love of God, slow the hell down! I'm five seconds away from puking here, and the Impala's engine sounds like it's about to explode..."
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