The exertion was intense, but Drill Seargant's dad's training came in handy...as did Faith's swinging hips that were often quite conveniently in front of him. He was still glad when they stopped for the first break.
Sam had the bag for the moment and threw some water at him. "Catch." Dean caught it easily enough and chugged the water. /Dad always said water does no damn good in a bottle. Looks like Sam has cooled off. That's good./ Dean thought to himself along with, /Damn, good water./
Once he had caught his breath and cooled down a bit, Dean asked to no one in particular. "So, who are these 'damsels in distress' anyway? If I'm going to be involved with saving someone, I'd at least like to know their name."
[Dean] Hut one, hut two. (tag open)
Sam had the bag for the moment and threw some water at him. "Catch." Dean caught it easily enough and chugged the water. /Dad always said water does no damn good in a bottle. Looks like Sam has cooled off. That's good./ Dean thought to himself along with, /Damn, good water./
Once he had caught his breath and cooled down a bit, Dean asked to no one in particular. "So, who are these 'damsels in distress' anyway? If I'm going to be involved with saving someone, I'd at least like to know their name."