THE DEVIL IN THE DETAIL
WOW: key. Dean learns that clarity is important when you want a task done properly.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Bound back-to-back by the escaping rugaru in the dense forest miles from anywhere, the Winchesters fidgeted and squirmed trying unsuccessfully to escape their bonds.
Ignoring the chafing around his wrists, Sam's hand worked persistently against a slight give in their restraints; one last painful yank, and his arm jerked free, elbowing his brother in the ribs.
"Oof…" Dean snorted. "Hey, dude, can you can reach round and see if you can reach the keyring in my pocket, there's a small penknife on it?"
Sam grunted and gyrated, awkwardly twisting his arm backward and slipped his hand clumsily into the pocket of his brother's jeans.
"Woah!" Dean squawked; "Jacket, dude, JACKET pocket!"
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