CARRIED AWAY

Chapter 4

I saw them plunge into the reservoir, and I didn't hesitate to follow them. Especially when I saw Dean's head breaking the surface, gasping and choking, urgently needing to breathe.

Pulling him into my arms, I kicked for the reservoir's edge leaving the dying creature flapping feebly in the water right behind us

Dean huffed shakily as we climbed onto the bank.

"I hate flyin' normally,'" he grumbled, "but getting kidnapped and molested by some flyin' douchebag sucks even worse. I need a beer."

"Dude," I choked, recoiling; "your breath stinks like Night Gaunt. You can have a mint first!"

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