DIRTY DEEDS DONE DIRT CHEAP
AC/DC
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The blade of the machete bit deep into the vampire's neck, sending a spray of blood into Sam's face. Clenching his lips tight, he rode the wounded vamp down to the floor and sawed at its neck with grim determination.
When the head fell away, he rose and gazed across the room where Dean was performing the same service on a second vamp.
"You okay?"
Dean cut through the last of the spinal cord and pushed the corpse away. "Peachy." He looked at Sam's blood-soaked clothes and grimaced. "Dude, you are not getting in my baby like that."
Sam snorted. "You should talk."
Dean looked down at himself and sighed. Damn. His favorite AC/DC shirt, trashed. "Maybe we should just start hunting naked."
"Oh, thanks a lot," Sam grumbled. "Like I need that picture stuck in my head!"
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Just had an idea for a new reality show. Naked Hunters.
Woof!
