IF THERE IS A KEY, THEN THERE MUST BE A LOCK …

Chapter 3

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Dean's sore eyes flickered open to blinding sunlight and he groaned miserably. There wasn't a part of him that didn't ache or want to puke.

In an act of superhuman strength and concentration, he managed to sit up; burped lavishly and scratched his head. Blinking blearily through the daylight, he sat in front of the door, unaware of the weave of the doormat imprinted in his face, and knuckled his teary, red-rimmed eyes. Somewhere in the distance, in amongst the thrum of distant traffic and his own throbbing headache thought he could hear Sam's voice.

And boy, did it sound pissed.

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