MERCURY RISING
WOW: fan. The boys are visiting a sauna, Sam's loving it, Dean's not so sure, and Cas? Well…
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"Sam, do you mind explaining to me why we're both sitting here in just our swimmers, sweating our jewels off in a freaking pine box."
"It's called a sauna Dean, and it's good for you."
"What? Heatstroke is good for me?"
"Stop being so dramatic Dean. You won't get heatstroke as long as you're sensible."
"Well, perhaps not, but a bit of air conditioning, or maybe even a fan might make it a bit more enjoyable."
"That would completely defeat the object Dean. You're supposed to get hot. The whole point is to sweat all the toxins out of your body. And I'm willing to bet you've got a whole load of toxins on board that you need to sweat out."
"Oh great, so I'm supposed to shrivel up with dehydration then?"
"Not if you drink Dean. You did bring your water in like I told you, right?"
"Yeah, I brought water Sam. Anyway, you were right about the sweating. My ass crack is like Angel Falls."
"Nice Dean, thanks for the visuals…"
"Oh, and on the subject of Angels and visuals, we'd better tell Castiel to take his trenchcoat off. He looks like a dirty old man, and people are staring."
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