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and now I need to go and lie down ...
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Dean stood in the shower, head bowed, allowing needles of hot water to pound his aching neck and shoulders, washing away the grime and tension of the evening's hunt.
Guided by strong hands, the soap traced a slippery path down the planes of his torso, soothing his weary body and pooling at his feet.
He raised his head, inhaling deeply of the pine scented steam; stretching and flexing his rigid back, relaxing as the hot water worked it's magic like skilful fingers.
A motel with a power shower; Dean was glad he appreciated the simple things in life.
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