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𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟳, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟱 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵
𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, Sam and I prepared ourselves for the upcoming journey. I effortlessly slid into my favorite pair of jeans, accompanied by a cropped brown tank top that perfectly complemented my flannel. Adorning my fingers with a collection of rings and draping a crystal necklace around my neck, I added a touch of personal style to my ensemble.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I found Sam lacing up his shoes. Following suit, I slung my backpack over my shoulder, ready to embrace the unknown that lay ahead. With utmost caution, Sam retrieved the keys to the Impala, ensuring not to disturb Dean's peaceful slumber. As we stepped outside, the powerful engine of the Impala roared to life, responding to Sam's skilled touch on the ignition. Effortlessly, we glided out of the motel parking lot, the open road stretching infinitely before us.
Intrigued by Sam's sudden insistence on taking this impromptu ride, I couldn't help but break the silence that enveloped us. Eager to uncover the purpose behind our journey, I posed the question that had been lingering on my mind. "So, Sam, what's on your mind?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
