Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

The End...Or Is It?

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My POV

“Hey! Wakeup” Dean shook me awake.

I jumped slightly in my spot in the passenger seat. “Easy” he chuckled at my small spaz attack. “How long was I out?” I asked, groggily.

“Mmmm 11 hours?”

“Eleven hours? Why’d you let me fall asleep?” I asked, incredulous.

“You needed the sleep…any nightmares?” he asked.

I shifted in my spot. “No”

“Yea okay…you were talking in your sleep again”

I tensed up slightly. “But, it was only at first…I was about to wake you up but then you were in deep and you stopped tossing and turning…so that’s good, right? You’re not having nightmares as much”

“Yea, I guess…” I stretched a little, the best I could in my seat, and my back was hurting like hell from sleeping the way I was.

I noticed Dean pulled over and parked the Impala. I looked out the window and saw the motel apartment building there. People were walking up and down the sidewalk, minding their own business…completely oblivious to what was really at stake in the world.

“Hey, you coming?” Dean said to me through the window, from the outside.

I didn’t even notice him get out. I just nodded and got out. Dean slung both our bags over his shoulder as we made our way to the door. A Jehovah's Witness was trying to get people to talk to him but they just kept walking by.

“Excuse me, friends, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?” he asked us as we got to the door.

I was about to just walk in but Dean stopped to look at him, so I turned to look at him too. “Too friggin' much, pal” he said to him and then put his free arm around my waist and led me inside.

He checked us in and we got up to our room. I went to the bathroom to clean up a little. I kept my jeans and my skin-tight tank on. It was spaghetti strapped so it showed off my shoulders a little. I threw my hair into a high pony tail and blow dried my bangs so they would form in front of my forehead and I was still able to see. I walked back out and saw Dean was on the phone. I knew it was Cas on the other line because I could hear him yell at the “voice” telling him he was almost out of minutes. I laughed out loud and Dean looked back at me to smile. Then, he turned back around to continue talking to Cas and I watched him as he shut the blinds on the windows.

“Okay. Where do we start?…Kansas City…” I picked up the room key and tossed it to him. “Century Hotel, room 113” he read on the key. I started to close in on him.

“I’ll be there immediately” I heard Cas say.

I grabbed the phone from Dean. “Hold up there, Cas. Dean just drove sixteen hours straight, okay? [i]He[/i] is human. There’s stuff he has to do”

“What stuff?”

“Like, eat and sleep for example. Wait at least four hours before come popping up okay? Tomorrow morning” I said.

“Okay…” he said and I hung up.

I think he was about to keep talking but as long as he got the message to wait, I didn’t care really. I spun to face Dean and he pulled me close to him and leaned down slowly but in a swift motion he planted his lips on mine…and he led me to the bed.

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I was playing with Dean’s hair until I felt him fall into a really deep sleep beside me. He had his arms wrapped around my waist and was using my bare stomach as a pillow. I had managed to put my bra back on while we just laid there. I couldn’t sleep. I guess I was kind of afraid to…or I just didn’t want to. I was surprised I managed to sleep that long in the Impala, on the ride here. I kissed Dean’s cheek and managed to slip out of his grip, replacing my body with a pillow in one quick motion. He stirred a little but then just hugged the pillow tighter and stayed slipping. I crawled off the bed carefully and threw on a pair of short shorts. I bent down to pick up my tank and I sniffed it. It was still clean so I threw that back on. Then, I got out my new sketchbook. Yea, I still draw, just not as much. I pulled over a really comfortable recliner and I crawled into a ball on it. I analyzed Dean and I started to sketch him out.