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Chapter 3

“Uncle Colt, did you find someone?” a young voice shouted over the howling wind and the sound of sleeting ice on the windshield of what looked like a brand-new truck with a plow on the front

“Yeah.” Colt grunted as he grabbed for the door handle. “Push over, Coop.”

A young boy, about the age of thirteen, peered out the window and slid over to the furthest part of the seat. He gave Dean a brief smile.

“Hop in the middle, Dean. The heater will blow right on ya.”

Dean couldn’t help but notice Colt only wore a dark flannel shirt, ripped blue jeans, and winter hiking boots. Dean started to warm without even getting in the truck. “Thanks.”

When Dean slid in, the warmth of the truck seeped into his bones, making them ache in the best way. He yanked his gloves off and rubbed his hands briskly in front of the vent. The shakes started to lessen as Colt got in the driver’s side and started up the steep incline of the road.