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Mar. 12th, 2009 06:29 pm"You know," Dean grunted, the third time Hera banged her heels into his ribs on either side and shouted GEEYUP!, "I have a dog that's actually the size of a horse. She could ride that."
He'd given plenty of horsey rides to Sam when they were little, but Sam had never drummed what felt an awful lot like Old MacDonald into his body. So when Dean had gotten down on all fours in the sand and let Hera climb aboard, he'd fully expected to not piss blood on the other side of it.
He opened his mouth, only to yelp at the fistful she grabbed of his hair. "Just sayin'."
He'd given plenty of horsey rides to Sam when they were little, but Sam had never drummed what felt an awful lot like Old MacDonald into his body. So when Dean had gotten down on all fours in the sand and let Hera climb aboard, he'd fully expected to not piss blood on the other side of it.
He opened his mouth, only to yelp at the fistful she grabbed of his hair. "Just sayin'."
