Challenge issued by: 67impalalover
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Dean's breath came in short bursts as he panicked. He blindly grabbed for the only weapon in reach.
Alistair's laugh was silenced as Dean hit his face.
He grabbed his own weapon and brandished the white cotton fluff menacingly.
Dean held up his pillow. "You will not mess with me. Ever again."
They charged and met in a clash of down, feathers spiraling in the air amidst destruction. Alistair hissed, "Time to go back!"
Dean suddenly woke up. He spit pillow fluff out of his mouth.
Sam looked at the destroyed bed sheets and pillow. "Clowns or midgets?"