Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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I shoved Dean's shoulder once more, though it did nothing to deter him.
"Just one more," he mumbled against my skin before trailing his lips across my jaw and down my neck.
"Get off of me." I lightly slapped his chest, eyes still on the book I had in hand. "We're leaving soon."
"Which is exactly why you should give me one more kiss. We'll be on the road for God knows how long." Dean's hand slid upward from upward from my hip until his fingers wrapped around my throat, touch light as he tilted turned my face towards his.
I found myself leaning into his touch when he placed his lips on mine. His fingers brushed down the collum of my throat as his teeth grazed my bottom lip. Then he pulled away.
"What the hell is taking Sam so long?" he muttered to himself, rolling off the bed and striding toward the bathroom door. He knocked. "Come on, man. Zip it up. Let's hit the..." he paused as he pushed the door open. "Road," he said slowly.
"I'm very concerned about your lack of privacy," I said, but then as I looked over, I realized something must be wrong by the look on Dean's face.
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"I don't know, man. Why don't we just chill out, think about this?" Dean suggested, one hand on the steering wheel as he stared out the windshield.
"You think?" I asked. "Hmm, news of the century right there. And here I was, thinking there wasn't a thought in that head of yours."
Sam shut off the radio, huffing. "What's there to think about?"
"Come on, Sam. I'm sure everything's gonna be fine," I told him, trying to comfort him.
"I just don't know if going to the roadhouse is the smartest idea," Dean stated.
"Dean, it's another premonition. I know it," Sam insisted. "This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where. Plus, it could have some connection with the demon. My visions always do."
"That's my point," Dean exclaimed. "There's gonna be hunters there."
"Ooh, scary," I muttered.
"I don't know if-if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?" Dean continued.
"So I'm a freak now?" Sam asked.
"Join the club, Sammy," I said. "I'm walking right into a bar full of men and women who want my head on a spike."
Dean glanced at his brother, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You've always been a freak." He slapped his brother's arm. "And you." Dean looked at me through the rear view mirror. "Are definitely a freak."
