Extremes
Mud
Slosh.
Slosh.
Slosh.
Dean rubbed his hand across his face, feeling the mud smear. He was covered in mud, which was not only uncomfortable, but had also ruined his favourite shirt.
Hearing a particularly loud 'slosh' behind him, Dean turned around slowly to find himself staring at Sam, who was lying on the floor. His face was covered in mud, and his hair was caked in the messy substance.
Sam stared up at Dean imploringly, to which Dean responded by… laughing.
And laughing.
And laughing.
Sam got up and scowled at his brother before pushing in front, leaving Dean to trail behind, still giggling.
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