"Did you just throw a shoe at me?"
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Bianca Bellamy is the daughter of an unknown vampire and Crowley: the King of Hell. From the moment she was born, chaos always followed her. Objects would explode into fire, storm clouds of boiling hot...
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I sat at the round table of our motel, reading a report on a strange death while keeping an eye out on Dean as he slept in our motel bed. 'Wendy Goodson, 36, resident of Prosperity, IN was burnt alive while having her hair done at her local hair dresser. Her charred remains indicate electrocution, yet investigators state there were no malfunctions to be found in the dryer or the electrical system of the salon. The electrical system was brand new and inspected recently by the city's building inspectors. Police is listing Goodson's death as accidental electrocution, however, there remains many questions to be answered. Goodwin's family is bereft and remains vigilant in demanding answers to her untimely death.'
Dean shot up in bed in a cold sweat, looking around and rubbing a hand over his face.
"Hey." I got him to look at me. "Still having nightmares?"
He sighed, but nodded. "Yeah. Nothing I can't handle though." he got up from the bed and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders from behind. "What you reading?"
I scrolled down the paragraphs as I read. "Just something about a weird death."
Dean reached his hand out over mind and stopped my skimming through the article. "'Wendy Goodson has an established Real Estate business on Main Street in Prosperity, Indiana. She was known as the golden girl by her many friends. Goodwin was a well known and well loved person as she was involved in many community events and was very active in charity events. She volunteered at the hospice for many years and will be fondly remembered by her friends and colleagues.'"
I leaned my head back and he looked down at me. "Want to talk about it?"
"About what?" He unwound his arms from my shoulders and sat in a chair next to me.
"You know what." I set my hands on the table, closing the laptop screen.
He shrugged. "Nothing to talk about."
"Dean." I said in a stern and gentle voice. "We talked about this. No more lies."
He sighed, rubbing his hand over his eyes. "It was just a nightmare, princess. Just a bunch of bad memories."
"Amy?"
He nodded. "One of 'em. The other was Cas. Then Sam. It was just—it was bad, Bianca." He ran a hand through his hair.
I got up from my chair and sat in his lap, winding my arms around his neck, getting him to lean his head back to look at me. "I'm sorry." I leaned my head down and kissed below his ear. "How about I take you out for a few drinks later tonight?"
