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Chapter Two - Wendigo

"The testosterone levels are insane,"


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"You're leaving?" I asked, arms crossed over my chest.

"Dean thinks it's best." Sam nodded his head. It had been almost two weeks since Jess...and her funeral. Sam and his brother stuck around, trying to find whatever it was they were looking for.

"Then I'm going with you," I stated.

"No, Ria. You shouldn't. Just...stay."

"I'm not staying here when you just told me that my best friend and family were killed by monsters," I said. "I'm going with you. Give me ten."

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Hot Blooded by Foreigner played softly through the radio as the car sped down the road. I sat in the back seat of what I learned was a 1967 Chevy Impala that Dean was in love with. I knew he was a weirdo. I love being right.

Sam slept fitfully in the passenger seat, suddenly jumping awake.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

Sam rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, fine."

"Another nightmare?"

Sam cleared his throat.

"No, Winchester, he was dreaming about a unicorn giving him a shower," I said. "What the hell do you think?"

"Want to drive for a while?" Dean asked his brother before giving me a look through the rear-view mirror, which I returned with a sarcastic smile and a middle finger.

Sam scoffed. "Dean, never once in your whole life have you asked me that."

"Just thought you might want to. Nevermind."

"Look, man. You're worried about me. I get it. And thank you, but I'm perfectly okay."

"Mm-hm."

Sam grabbed the map from the dash. "Alright, where are we?"

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