E/O challenge word: Lash/lashes/lashed

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Dean closed his eyes and leaned back against the leather seat, long lashes resting on his cheeks. After a moment, he slowly reopened them and rolled his head toward the passenger seat, green slits seeking his sleeping brother. Sammy safe and sleeping. Good.

Both men were exhausted after a particularly brutal hunt; neither wanting anything more than a good night's rest. They'd been tossed and thrown into walls, bookcases, furniture, and finally each other. They were very sore. Dean had stepped in front of his brother twice and was not looking forward to the tongue-lashing that was sure to come.

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