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Been almost a decade, right here the place we lay flat on the ground looking up at the stars. Werewolf hunt just wrapped up, and dad letting us stay another month so I could finish my sophomore year. It was a dark, new moon night, I'd had my first beers ever, and the crickets and cicadas hummed through the warm air. I, for once, was happy.
We'd walked away from our campfire and from Dad, to mesh our thoughts with the buzz of the alcohol.
I was mellow, but Dean couldn't be still, fidgeting, pointing his fingers at the sky.
"PCHEW… PCHEW! PCHEW! PCHEW… PCHEW!"
"Uh, pretty sure there's nothing left to kill up there, bro."
"Always something to kill, Sammy, even here in Pontiac Illinoizeee."
"That "s" is silent, you know."
"Ahhhh and don't we all know that! Truth is, I like this town. When I'm finally done for, just dig a hole right here, plop me in, cover me up. I wouldn't mind that at all."
"God, Dean, you're just morbid tonight. What's got into you?"
"Contentment, Sammy. And oh man, what an amazingly strange feeling that is for me."
I swore then I'd never forget that. I never have.
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