"One, two, three, I win." You lay on the mat in the bunker's garage, panting as Dean got off you and sat back on his knees. You looked up at him with sweat on your forehead.
"This isn't fair."
"How's it not fair?"
"You're stronger than me!"
"That's why we're doing this," he said, "to toughen you up."
"Well, I don't want to do this anymore."
You stood up and he did too, blocking you from leaving. You glared at him.
"Come on, one more round."
"NoooOOOooo," you groaned, "I'm tired."
"Please? Just one?" You sighed.
"Fine. One." Dean grinned.
"Awesome." You got in your stance and he got in his, holding each other's shoulders. He counted to three and you were on the floor in no time. You grunted as your body hit the mat and he pinned your arms above your head.
"Okay, you win...AGAIN. Now, I'm really done." You tried to get up but he held you there. "Dean, get off."
"You haven't tapped out yet."
"How am I supposed to tap out with you holding my wrists?"
"Let me give you some incentive to try and get free..."
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