I Wouldn't Refuse. I Didn't Dare Refuse.

Dean's POV

A knock sounded at the hotel room door.

I dragged myself over to answer it. Noah stood there holding several bags, extending them toward me. "Breakfast. And some ointment and gauze—you can't reach the wounds on your back yourself. Let me help you change the dressing."

"Thanks, Noah." I...

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