ON THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT

Chapter 3

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Eight ...

Dean took the bottle, canting his head as he heard a giggle, and a woman's voice calling to someone called 'Tommy, baby'.

Nine ...

"She's gonna get laid tonight, I bet ya a dollar to a nickel," Dean snorted sourly, taking a long sip on the icy beer.

The tenth chime sounded.

"Yeah, but I bet she hasn't saved a life tonight; Dean," Sam smiled; packing their kit away; "I bet none of them have."

Eleven ...

Dean's battered face stretched into a wry smile and he clinked bottles with Sam as the twelfth stroke rang out.

"Happy New Year bro'.

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And I hope 2012 is happy, healthy and all round awesome for you all x