#42 Blueberry Hill: Saturday early afternoon [9-8-07]
Lana was home, pacing as much as a nasty hangover would let her, just waiting till they got back with Phoebe. God, she'd wanted to go along, but it just wouldn't be a smart idea.
She checked the clock for the thousandth time and stopped herself from calling Dean to see where they were. Patience. That was supposed to be important, wasn't it?
She checked the clock for the thousandth time and stopped herself from calling Dean to see where they were. Patience. That was supposed to be important, wasn't it?