PIT OF DESPAIR
WOW: sip. There are some adversaries that test even the Winchesters...
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Sam and Dean stood in the doorway, facing down their nemesis.
"We could always, like, just … leave it and …" Dean muttered, a pleading cadence to his voice.
"No," Sam rounded sharply. "We need to deal with this, and we need to do it now."
Dean fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his hip flask and took a fortifying sip.
"Okay," he announced shakily. "Let's do this."
Sam nodded solemnly, picking up his bucket and stepping into the room. Dean followed him hesitantly, sink plunger in hand.
They'd never leave it three months before cleaning the bathroom again.
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