Chapter Twenty.

Tattoos and Dandelions.

Phoenix didn't want this guy sitting in his room anymore so he was pacing around his room making phone calls but no one was answering. He was expecting that considering he had stolen the corpse that was no longer a corpse that was supposed to be buried today. "Untie me please." Dean was feeling uncomfortable and in pain being tied up for so long by a stranger and he had just woken up from a freezer dressed or rather wrapped in linen and this idiot who kidnapped him didn't have the decency to give him some real clothes, although he had been kind enough to defrost him he was still feeling a lot frozen.