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Dean shrugged. “Assuming, their beer is bland, so...

"They got the best bar burgers." Dean grinned...

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Benny sat in his van, watching the quiet scene play outside his window. The neon light of the motel filled the cab, illuminating everything with a sickly green.

It was pure coincidence, he told himself, that he was driving through town when he saw the familiar sleek black of the impala parked in the lot. Coincidence or not, it had Benny stationary for a long time while he considered whether to keep on drivin' to the next town or...

End of the line, Dean had told him. Seems like he meant it too, since there had been no further word communicated to him. The vampire sure missed him, though. Trying to be good was proving to be harder and harder the longer they stayed out of contact. The hunger was getting worse in between his stolen meals, and harder to resist. Without Dean's grounding presence, the will power he possessed diminished more and more.

Benny exhaled loud and deep as he pulled his cell out of his pant pocket. He opened up the only contact in the phone and his thumb hovered over the dial button. With another sigh he pressed it, listening to the ringing tone.