"Dean?" Sam said and shook his shoulder. "C'mon, baby. Wake up."
"Five minutes." Dean mumbled and drew the blanket over his head.
"You said the same five minutes ago." Sam answered and he sounded way too cheerful this early in the morning. Was it morning? Dean frowned but decided that he didn't care. He wanted to sleep, just for a little while longer
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I have ideas for a sequel ...
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I'm sad this is almost over, I've really enjoyed this story!
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