MOUTHWATERING
WOW: chain. Dean's been captured and is not just a prisoner… apparently!
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Sam kicked open the dungeon door and was mightily relieved to find Dean sitting in the gloom, chained to the wall and unharmed.
"Sam … man, you're a sight for sore eyes!"
"Dean, you okay?"
"Yeah, 'm okay Sammy."
"The goblin's dead, Dean," Sam gasped, kneeling down before Dean to remove his shackles; "I finished him with his own axe!"
"Nice," Dean grinned.
"But you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Dean sighed as Sam released his wrist; "that damn goblin and his wife were gonna make stew out of me!"
Sam huffed as he probed the cuff on Dean's other wrist with his lockpick; "stew, huh?"
"Yeah," Dean snorted. "Stew with bacon, potatoes, green beans, carrots, beef stock and mushrooms, all washed down with strong beer."
"Wow," Sam replied; "they were really going all out for you, weren't they?"
"Weren't they just," Dean relied sourly as the cuff snapped open.
"C'mon," Sam exclaimed, offering Dean his hand; "let's go before the wife gets back."
Dean stood up and followed Sam out of the dungeon. "Y'know, it's kinda shit waiting to be made into stew."
"I bet," Sam agreed.
"Although," Dean mused; "gotta say, it sounded delicious - mostly I was pissed I wasn't going to be around to taste it!"
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