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I smiled softly at Dean's words. I didn't say anything else as I climbed into the Impala. As we arrived at the motel, I ran a hand through my hair. I watched as Dean set his things by the couch and I couldn't help but smile at the memory of him doing the same thing when we were kids. Dean may be an absolute jerk but he had his gentlemanly moments. "I need a shower." I sighed and walked into the bathroom. I shut the door and stripped, turning on the hot water and taking a quick shower. About five minutes later, I crawled out of the shower and got redressed in the same clothes I was wearing before and walked out of the bathroom, drying my wet blonde hair with a towel. I blinked and looked over as I saw Sam already asleep on his bed. I giggled. "Some things never change, do they?" I asked as I looked over at Dean.
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