Prologue

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(A/N: I can't be the only one impressed with myself on this MADE FROM SCRATCH COVER 😝)

Dean awoke to the smell of whiskey stinging his nostrils. He had a pounding headache that wouldn't shut up, causing him to groan in pain.

He sat up and realized that he wasn't wearing any clothes. He also noticed that there was someone else in bed with him, and he grinned. He must've picked up one of the girls from the bar.

He couldn't see who it was, as the sheet covered their face, but he saw a mess of dark hair. He was hoping for blonde, but "last night Dean" wouldn't have known better. And when he lifted the sheet to see who it was, he nearly had a heart attack.

Son of a bitch.

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