THE FOE IN THE FOREST
WOW: forever. Hunting the dryad had seemed like a good idea at the time ...
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys. Sad.
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Hunting the dryad had seemed like a good idea, Dean reflected, as he clung in mute terror to the swaying branches around him, trying not to look down at the spinning ground a ridiculously long way below.
Unfortunately, this one lived in the biggest tree he'd ever seen except for the ones on those nature shows about the Canadian wilderness.
He felt like he'd been stuck up here forever. He'd stay up here forever too, unless his trembling jello limbs ever started working again
Freakin' vertigo.
Freakin' dryad.
"Hey Dean, you done yet? C'mon dude, It's cold waiting around down here."
Freakin' Sam.
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