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𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟭𝟭, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟲 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 at the Rockford asylum, Dean drove us to a nearby motel. We were in desperate need of some nourishment and rest. Personally, I was craving a hearty burger and fries. Sleep, however, seemed to elude me. Despite the late hour, I changed into my pajamas and joined Sam on the shared motel bed. We lay there, eyes open, quietly discussing our experiences at the asylum. Dean, on the other bed, was fast asleep, shirtless, his mouth slightly open in a peaceful slumber. It was a sight that could be described as endearing, even cute.
Suddenly, Dean's cell phone rang. Neither the noise nor our movements stirred him. "Dean." Sam calls out for his brother, but Dean still doesn't budge. I watch as Sam reached over to answer Dean's phone. As Sam flipped open the phone and said, "Hello?" I lay back down. A moment of silence followed before Sam sat up abruptly. "Dad?" he asked, his question piquing my interest.
"What?" I whispered.
"Are you guys hurt?" Sam asked, glancing back at me. I moved closer to Sam, listening in on the conversation.
