Chapter 22

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My breathing was heavy as I sat on the bed, my lips against Dean’s and my fingers entangled in his hair. I pulled away from him and he groaned.

“Five more minutes,” he breathed, bringing my face closer to his. I let him kiss me for a second before pulling back once more.

“I’ve gotta get up and take a shower,” I told him. “And it’s your turn to buy coffee.”

I got out of the bed and went over to my bag, digging out a pair of jeans and a long sleeve tee.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I called over my shoulder. I heard Dean grumble something from across the room but paid no mind.

After a quick shower, I stepped from the bathroom, towel drying my hair. Dean wasn’t in the room but the doorway between our room and Sam’s was open, so I stepped inside to find Sam and Dean sitting at the table.

“Hey,” I said, going to sit in one of the free chairs.

Dean handed me a plain black coffee. I sighed. He wouldn’t get me what I actually wanted in the morning because he “couldn’t let the man at the coffeeshop thinkin’ he drank that swill.”

I took a sip of my coffee and looked over at Sam. “Any leads?” I asked.

“One, in a town called Americus, Georgia. A family of four was brutally murdered in their beds. Before that, the previous owner, an old woman, was found strangled to death,” Sam said. “And get this; no prints, no DNA, the doors and windows all locked.”

“So what are you thinking? Vengeful spirit maybe?” I asked.

“Maybe,” Sam said with a shrug. “Can’t hurt to check it out.”

“Well we’d better get packed up and get going then,” Sam suggested. “We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”

I nodded and stood up, going into the other room with my coffee in hand. I went over to my bag, which was nearly packed anyway, and threw my pajamas into it. Dean was right behind me, and he too began to fold up his clothes and throw them in his bag.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed the shampoo and bar soap before going back in the room and putting it in a ziploc baggie so that it wouldn’t leak all over my stuff. I sighed and looked around the room. That was pretty much all I had.

I sat on the end of the bed and smirked as I watched Dean put all of his clothes into his bag. Like always, he had to pack up just about everything because he hadn’t bothered to do it when he was finished with it.

“You’re not done already,” Dean accused.

“Yes I am. I learned back when I was hunting with Mom is the most efficient way to pack is to pack something as soon as you’re done using it. That way you never have to worry about much when it’s time to go,” I told him. He huffed and shoved another shirt into his bag.

“So how long is it going to take to get there?” I asked.

“It’ll be a nine or ten hour drive,” he said. “Unless we really push it and then we could probably get there in as little as eight.”

“Ugh,” I groaned, flopping back down against the bed. “Another eight hours doing nothing in the car.”

“Hey when we stop at the gas station, buy a magazine or something,” he said.

“Yes because it takes me nearly nine hours to read a magazine,” I said.

“Well it’s better than nothing,” he reasoned.

I sighed and then rolled over onto my side and propped my head up on my hand. “I really need a vacation. Like, a cucumber over the eyes, facial kinda vacation,” I said.

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