CLEAN UP
WOW: clean. Cleaning up after a hunt is not for the faint of heart
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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A Hunter's life was challenging, brutal and dirty, and the challenges didn't end when the monster was dead and gone, oh no.
It was then that Sam was faced with the resulting laundry. Because, yeah, like Dean would ever go near the laundry basket.
Sam loaded a bundle of filthy flannel shirts into the Letters' ancient washer. The stink and stains of sweat, blood, grime, soot and ectoplasm were a test for any detergent.
And then there were the socks that Dean had been wearing for over a week …
Forget detergent, Sam was breaking out the dragon's breath for those bastards.
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