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For the first time in a while, Dean had trouble falling asleep. It wasn't the usual restlessness from the weight of their hunts, or the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins from a long day. It was because he wasn't with Nadia.

She had left for Nebraska, spending some time with Ellen and Jo. Irene was flying in from Canaan to join them, giving them a chance to bond over the things they couldn't talk about on the road. They'd only be gone a few days, but it felt like a lifetime to him.

He lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, the familiar hum of the Impala outside the window the only sound keeping him grounded. The emptiness of the room felt louder than ever. He kept thinking about her laugh, the way she'd touch his arm when she wanted his attention, the way she looked at him like she saw more than just the guy who hunted monsters. It was... unsettling, the silence she'd left behind.

Dean tossed and turned, his mind running with thoughts of her. The bed felt too big without her beside him. He reached for the empty space beside him instinctively, half-expecting her to be there, but it only served to remind him that she wasn't.

He checked his watch. 3:30 AM. He was used to late nights, but this felt different. She wasn't here to keep him grounded, to pull him back from his own thoughts. He glanced over at the phone on the nightstand, then down at the pillow where her scent still lingered faintly, like a shadow.

After what felt like hours, he finally managed to close his eyes.

A few hours later, he was jolted awake by the blaring horn of a passing truck, its sound cutting through the silence of the night like a sudden burst of tension

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A few hours later, he was jolted awake by the blaring horn of a passing truck, its sound cutting through the silence of the night like a sudden burst of tension.

A few hours later, he was jolted awake by the blaring horn of a passing truck, its sound cutting through the silence of the night like a sudden burst of tension

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Dean blinked his eyes open, squinting as he looked to his right. 

 

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