Carry On My Wayward Son 4


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3. Okay then?

"Why are we leaving?" I asked frantically, as we got into the car. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay so very badly. 

   "You want to stay don't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Now that, that there, is why we're leaving." I sat in the passenger seat, and he sat next to me. 

   "I don't know what's wrong with me," I looked down at my hands. "I wonder if it's still there."

   "What's still there?" Dean asked. 

   "The thing that they made me into," I looked out the window, as the car jerked into motion. 

For quiet hours later, we were at the crime scene. 

   "I'll get us a motel room," I told Dean. 

   "You don't have a car," Dean said. I smiled. 

   "I'll get one," I told him, and walked away. 

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