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"What?" I mumble, opening my eyes. I stick my hand out, feeling around my nightstand for my phone.
"Hello?" I say, not bothering to read who's calling.
"Casey, hey!" Dean says.
"Dean?" I ask, turning on my lamp.
"I told you she was fine, Sam." Dean says, but not to me.
"Dean, what's going on?" I ask.
"Sam was worried about you," he answers.
"What- why?"
"This is gonna sound crazy.." Dean tells me.
"I'm sure I've heard worse," I say. "Just tell me."
"Look, it might be easier for you to hear this in person," Dean says. "Are you busy?"
"Are you kidding?" I ask. "Dean, its two in the morning!"
"I know," he says. "Trust me, you need to hear this."
"Where are you guys?" I ask. "I'll come meet you, I guess."
"That's the thing," Dean says, nervously laughing. "We're not in Prescott."
"Then where are you?"
"Flagstaff,"
"Dean!" I groan. "That's like an hour and a-half away!"
"I know," Dean sighs. "Can you get here or not?"
"I don't know," I sigh. "I mean.."
"What?" Dean asks.
"I don't have anything else to do," I sigh. Well, besides sleep. "And you sound serious."
"Tell her it is serious," I hear Sam say to Dean.
"Sam says that it is serious," Dean says.
"Yeah, yeah. I heard," I say. "I'll call you back, okay?"
"Wait, no-" Dean says, but I hang up.
I kick my blankets off of me, getting out of bed. I walk to my closet, grabbing my duffel bag. I grab a handful of hangers, tossing them on my bed. Next I walk to my dresser, pulling out underwear and various pairs of pants and shorts.
