Chapter eight

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I turn on the impala. Turning on the impala was one of the worst things I've ever done.
I start to drive with whiskey in my hand and a shotgun in the passenger seat, instead of Dean.
I start to drive to my destination, no where. I stop the car, and drink some whiskey.
I get out of the car, with my shotgun. I fall to my knees and look up at the sky and say.
"I'm coming Dean."
I put the shotgun to my head.
Click. Bam. Crash.

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