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Dean rolled onto his back on the bed.
He'd made it a decent lenght of time, he thought, before cracking the book called No Rest for the Wicked. Having done so now, Dean had to admit it was an engaging read. He'd meant to go slow, decide whether or not he was really going to read it, and before he knew it he was on chapter eleven, and he, Sam, and Bobby had reached the house Lilith was supposedly staying in.
There were only a few chapters more.
Dean scrubbed a hand over his face. It was all right here, clutched right there in his hand, whether he lived or died back home. Whether he and Sam managed to kill Lilith and save both Dean's life and his soul, or if he'd died screaming and torn to ribbons.
"Aw, fuckit," Dean murmured, slipping the book back under the mattress. He wasn't up for knowing yet.
He sat up on the bed, running his hands slowly over his scalp to massage the headache away.
He just wasn't up for it.
He'd made it a decent lenght of time, he thought, before cracking the book called No Rest for the Wicked. Having done so now, Dean had to admit it was an engaging read. He'd meant to go slow, decide whether or not he was really going to read it, and before he knew it he was on chapter eleven, and he, Sam, and Bobby had reached the house Lilith was supposedly staying in.
There were only a few chapters more.
Dean scrubbed a hand over his face. It was all right here, clutched right there in his hand, whether he lived or died back home. Whether he and Sam managed to kill Lilith and save both Dean's life and his soul, or if he'd died screaming and torn to ribbons.
"Aw, fuckit," Dean murmured, slipping the book back under the mattress. He wasn't up for knowing yet.
He sat up on the bed, running his hands slowly over his scalp to massage the headache away.
He just wasn't up for it.