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imnot_likeyou but anyone else is an NPC.]
Venezuela had a way of making you sweat bullets.
It was disgusting. It was the kind of heat that got under your skin, made you feel like you were melting, and made Sam smell like a goddamn garbage truck, but that was okay really. Most of the Venezuelan jungle smelled like a goddamn garbage truck, so Sam blended right in. Unless you were standing right next to him, which was what Dean was doing a lot of the time because someone had to watch his ass. Kid was a walking target. It came with being a bajillion feet tall.
Anyway.
Middle of the night heat was better than middle of the day heat, but it was still humid as hell. The kind of humidity that if you weren’t used to it, it made you feel like you couldn’t breathe, and unfortunately for Dean, he had to say he was used to it. And it was less humid considering they were outside in the brush as oppose to trapped in the shack that they’d been in earlier, but given all the gear they were covered in, it wasn’t making much of a difference. They were still sweating to death. It was how Dean justified eating the way he did, so he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Much.
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imnot_likeyou but anyone else is an NPC.]Venezuela had a way of making you sweat bullets.
It was disgusting. It was the kind of heat that got under your skin, made you feel like you were melting, and made Sam smell like a goddamn garbage truck, but that was okay really. Most of the Venezuelan jungle smelled like a goddamn garbage truck, so Sam blended right in. Unless you were standing right next to him, which was what Dean was doing a lot of the time because someone had to watch his ass. Kid was a walking target. It came with being a bajillion feet tall.
Anyway.
Middle of the night heat was better than middle of the day heat, but it was still humid as hell. The kind of humidity that if you weren’t used to it, it made you feel like you couldn’t breathe, and unfortunately for Dean, he had to say he was used to it. And it was less humid considering they were outside in the brush as oppose to trapped in the shack that they’d been in earlier, but given all the gear they were covered in, it wasn’t making much of a difference. They were still sweating to death. It was how Dean justified eating the way he did, so he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Much.
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1438 words
