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Leader of the Pack (14,904 words)
Sam/Dean, adult, explicit
The hellhounds were milling around her legs, almost high as her waist: pale white hides and red eyes, long red tongues lolling out between their stained teeth, all of them panting like the exhaust of an eighteen-wheeler and staring right at him.
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Plus, Dean, with the _dogs_ - hah!
"Dude, you are not feeling sorry for the hellhounds."
Sam looked at him with his eyebrows raised. "I'm not the one who got them steaks."
"That's different," Dean said. "They did something good, you gotta reinforce that."
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