DEANIAL
WOW: strong: Dean's in denial...
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Dean was strong. He was very proud of that fact. A life forged in hunting the creeping evil of the world had imbued him with physical and mental strength that most men could only dream about. Not to brag or anything.
The endless trauma of his life had forged an armour, a wall of sinew and bone and cast-iron will that not even the worst demon could break through.
Dean was a walking fortress.
A man of steel.
An immovable force.
But somehow, through some bizarre and stupid quirk of fate, he still couldn't beat Sam at arm-wrestling.
And he couldn't work out why. His lanky, geeky baby brother wasn't stronger than him.
No. That could never be... Surely not …
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