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4x08
Part Three
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I wanna be the girl who makes your bad days better. The one that makes you say, "My life has changed since I met her." ~Anonymous
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It wasn't going to be easy to figure out who the first wisher was.
So Nadia and the boys quickly began their search that took the rest of the day.
By the time midnight came around, Nadia and Sam were still up while Dean was laying in his bed, asleep.
In the midst of the quiet, Dean started murmuring in his sleep.
Sam and Nadia looked over at him, noticing that he was twitching as well.
After exchanging a glance with Sam, Nadia stood from the table and crawled on his bed.
"Dean." She shook his shoulder lightly. "Dean, wake up!"
Dean jerked up, grasping her arm tightly.
"Dean?"
Even after their argument, she was still sitting here worried about his well being.
Dean slowly let go of her arm, rubbing his eyes as he turned away from her.
"What?" He tried to play it off. "I'm up. What?"
Nadia let out a sigh, hating that all she wanted to do was hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay.
She got off the bed and went back over to the table.
"Sleep well?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Dean drinks from his whiskey bottle. "Tan, rested, and ready."
"Dean, come on, man. You think we can't see it?"
"See what?" Dean turned to look at the two.
"The nightmares, the drinking." Sam answered. "We're with you 24/7. We know something's going on."
Already mentally exhausted, Dean tossed his whiskey on the bed, turning away. "Sam, please."
Sam ignored him and kept drilling. "Uriel wasn't lying, but you are. You remember Hell, don't you?"
Dean grunted as he pushed himself off the bed, walking to the end of it.
"What do you want from me, huh?" He leaned on the railing at the end of the bed. "What?"
"The truth, Dean. I mean, I'm your brother. I, I just wish you'd talk to me."
"Careful what you wish for." The older Winchester joked.
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