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Chapter Twenty-Five - Nightmare 

"Priests take a vow of abstinence, you know?"

Capri's pov

Capri's pov

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It had been a couple of weeks since ran away from my problem. Said problem being the reason I was lying here, trapped under a strong arm with his head on my shoulder. 

I wasn't quite sure what was happening between us, but I wasn't complaining. Dean wasn't with other women, I wasn't with other men, which pointed to exclusivity, but I wasn't sure. 

All I know is that we were having sex.

A lot.

I couldn't sleep tonight, for some reason. I wasn't sure why. 

Dean groaned, rolling over onto his back and drawing my eyes toward him. 

Suddenly, Sam shot upward, breathing heavy. "Dean." He shook his brother's arm. "Dean, wake up." He clicked on the lamp before stumbling out of bed to gather his things.

"Who lit a fire under your ass at three in the morning?" I asked as Dean groaned beside me.

He sat up, blinking away the dreariness from his eyes. "What are you doing, man? It's the middle of the night."

"We have to go," Sam said.

"What's happening?"

"We have to go. Now."

I looked over at Dean. "He is aware it is cold and raining out there. I am not dressed to be out there."

Dean lifted the blanket, peering over at me. "You liar. You do have clothes on."

I slapped his chest. "Not what I meant, you disgusting whore."

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Sam was rushing us to get on the road. I hardly had time to pull a hoodie over myself before the car was speeding down the road, leaving me to now shimmy into a pair of jeans in the back seat. 

Sam was on the phone with someone, trying to find out the name and address of the guy he had watched die in a dream.

"Sammy, relax. I'm sure it was just a nightmare," Dean said. "I mean it, a normal-everyday-naked-in-class-nightmare. This license plate won't check out, you'll see."

"It felt different, Dean. Real," Sam told him. "Like when I dreamt about our old house and Jessica."

"Why don't you ever have a good dream?" I muttered. "Would make things easier."

"That makes sense. You were dreaming about our house, your girlfriend. This guy in your dream, you ever seen him before?" Dean asked.

"No," Sam admitted. 

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