Chapter Seventeen

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 "Eleanor

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"Eleanor. Open my door."

"Don't open that door, Eleanor."

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Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sit up straighter on my bed to stretch out my back

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Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sit up straighter on my bed to stretch out my back. Happily taking a room to myself I've used the time to research what we could possibly be dealing with but I'm only coming back to spirit. There is also no reasoning to make me believe that this is the work of an angel. It's not possible. Dean as right in saying if they existed they'd have to have had some kind of contact with humanity, but they don't because they haven't. I jump when I suddenly hear a banging through the wall behind my head, Dean yelling "I GOT SOMETHING!"

Sighing I heave myself off my bed and head to the room next door. Entering I throw my hands out at Dean "Could you have yelled any louder?"

Sprawled out on his bed, Dean scoffs "I'm not getting up and wasting my time when you're just on the other side of this wall."

"So you're just going to waste time in bed instead", I comment, wandering through he room to perch myself on the end of his bed.

Tilting his head, Dean clearly is mocking me when he thinks on his before smugly sending me a smile "Yeah. That's the plan." Narrowing my gaze I don't get a chance to retaliate because the front door to the motel swings open. Peering through the go-go grate I see Sam waltz over as Dean way too excitably beams "Did you bring quarters."

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