Chapter Ten
The impala trundled over a pothole and Dean winced, letting out a whimper as pain shot through his back.
“Hey, Dean?” Sam said.
He’d been muttering things throughout the whole ride, squeezing Dean’s sore shoulder any time he started to drift off. It was comforting but also a little annoying, because his body so badly wanted to sleep
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