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CHAPTER THREE
' HARD KNOCK LIFE '
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It was the morning following the event of Castiel waking them up in the early hours, announcing some stir-crazy news about some pregnant chick.
But despite having an entire night to mull over what Cas had told them, the entire situation made as much sense as it did the evening before.
However, both Dean had Sam had seen enough crazy to not question the situation; they had to find God's baby mama.
As the wide landscapes of North Carolina rolled past baby's windows, Dean's attention remained on the road as Sam spoke up.
"So, this chick lives in South Carolina?" Sam questioned, still unsure, due to the fact he had still been half asleep when Castiel had begun explaining.
Grunting in response, Dean took a moment to run his hands over the rough leather interior of the Impala. Noticing the exchange between car and hunter, Sam let out a humored snort, shaking his head.
Ignoring his brother's teasing response, Dean's shoulders slumped as he spoke up. "That's what Cas said." He retorted simply.
Emerald eyes cloudy with insatiable pain and suffering, flickered back and forth between the rear-view mirror before returning to the wide roads ahead. "What the hell are we even going to say to this chick?" Sam questioned, a sigh falling from his lips.
