div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Amie walked through the trees into the car park. She carried a bag of groceries with her, sunglasses over her eyes. Amie's chest felt heavy, as though her heart were made of lead; the more she thought about Dean and Ben, the heavier her heart became. /div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"The pain was dreadful. Amie had often imagined what life could be like for she and Dean if they gave up hunting. She fantasised about a beautiful barn wedding, small and intimate. She imagined a house and a dog, normal jobs and children. It was all tinted gold, this beautiful world, unrealistic and unobtainable./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"But Lisa... She had it all. She had a house, a job, a child. She slept with Dean - probably not even in love with him at the time - and got pregnant. Dean was going to get his happy ending./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Ben wasn't to blame. Whilst Amie felt anger towards Dean - misguided, she knew - and loathing for Lisa, Ben was blameless. And helpless. Ben needed a father, and Dean would certainly be perfect. Amie knew that in her heavy heart./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She paused outside of the hotel room, closing her eyes. She sucked in a deep, rattling breath. She knew - any day now - Dean would have to talk to her about staying./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She grabbed the warm metal handle of the hotel door and pushed. The room was empty - no sign of Dean - but this was usual lately. Amie walked through to their small kitchen and started to pack away the food she had bought. As she did so, she noticed flowers in the sink./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She smiled at them: red roses, romantic - definitely for her./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She smiled and quickly walked over to the bed, making it. Dean must have been home to surprise her. This, however, lead her to worry. Where was he now? Why had he left before she got home, if he had brought flowers? Perhaps they were not for her. Or, rather, they were; the flowers not intended to be romantic, but rather an apology./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"He was going to leave her./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Amie felt her heart drop, she was sure it would fall out of her shoes any second, at this thought. She sat down on the bed and closed her eyes. Tears would be sure to drain from her in a normal situation, but Amie was certain she had no more tears to waste. She felt an overwhelming exhaustion fill her, and decided to succumb to the sensation. She sat back, lay down, as allowed a moment of rest./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"(o(o(o(0)o)o)o)/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""What are you talking about, Dean?" Sam asked, laughing at his older brother's impulsive behaviour./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Amie, she's the one. I know I want to spend my life with her... It's just a matter of making it official," he grinned manically. Dean walked over to his brother and hugged him./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Dean, think for a second," Sam exclaimed, pushing Dean away suddenly. "We're hunters. You can never have a normal marriage or life. You've been together - what - a year? This whole Ben thing has thrown you. I get it. But there's no need to go-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""What?" Dean asked, confused. "Sammy, you were gonna propose to Jess... How is this any diff-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Jess and I had settled down, Dean! Don't do this to her! Amie loves you, Dean. But you can't keep on letting her down. For all she knows you're still about to claim a long lost son an-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""She could've stayed with me!" Dean interrupted, growing angry. "She always could've... I just would've had to get settled myself first."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Exactly! Dean, a proposal isn't a cure all gesture. It's a promise... If you propose there has to be a chance you'll actually get married."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dean swallowed, eyes wide. "I want to marry her, Sammy. I want her to be my wife."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Sam sighed, then smiled at Dean. "You know it won't be a normal marriage."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dean's face split into a grin and he looked up at Sam. "As if any life of mine will ever be normal. I don't need normal: I just need her. Anyway, it was step two of my plan. I never said I'd do it tomorrow."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Well," Sam chuckled. "You better start on step one."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"(o(o(o(0)o)o)o)/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dean walked into the hotel room to find Amie lying on the bed, curled up slightly, her breathing shallow. He smiled to himself, pleased that he could tell her the good news when she woke up. Dean walked into the room, but a few paces in his heavy foot steps woke Amie up./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She stirred then sat up. Amie looked around the room, then saw Dean; he smiled at her, but she continued to look at him with the same expectant face./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Amie," he murmured gently. "We need to talk."/div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She closed her eyes and let her face drop into her hands. "So this is it," she whispered./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""What?"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Ben," Amie smiled through tears, looking up at Sam. "He's yours."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""No, actually," he smiled, sitting down on the bed next to her. He lifted a hand to her cheek and stroked it gently. "He isn't. That's what I wanted to say; Ben isn't mine and the case is over... We can leave town."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Amie smiled softly, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "If he had been yours," she said slowly, "would we be leaving town together right now?"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Well," Dean shrugged. "I guess not. But you have to understa-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""And could I have stayed with you?" She asked, interrupting his plea./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Of course," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, I would've had Ben and Lisa to worry about too. But we could've lived together. We could both get jobs, I'm sure you could earn enough to sustain yourself. Baby, it's okay though, we don't have to."/div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Amie shook her head, closing her eyes. "You can't just say 'Hey, Amie, I fucked a woman and now I have a kid!' Then a week later turn around and say, 'actually, baby, it isn't mine... so let's run away and have lots of sex and adventures.'"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""What?" Dean asked, getting annoyed. "Amie, baby, I don't just wa-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""I know," she said, rubbing her eyes and looking up at Dean. Their eyes met, staring deep into one another. "But you were quite happy to abandon me yesterday."/div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dena swallowed. He hadn't anticipated Amie to be so upset; she was furious, heartbroken. How had a week broken them so badly? He supposed it was a culmination of many things, now he thought about it. Jo, the trickster, the stress of this life. Ben was simply the straw on the camel's back./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Are you saying you don't love me?" Dean asked, his voice breaking. He longed for an answer but was regretting his question; he wasn't brave enough to ask for the answer again./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Of course," Amie laughed, a tear falling down her face. "I just need time."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"(o(o(o(0)o)o)o)/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dean threw the last bag into the boot of the impala. Sam got in the passenger seat whilst Amie walked across the car park, having just paid for their room./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Hey baby," Dean smiled, lifting an arm for her to cuddle under./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Hey babe," she replied, her voice like honey. She slotted under his arm, pressing her head against his chest./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""You ready to leave?" He asked, kissing her forehead./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Sure thing," she smiled. "As long as I get to drive!"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Fat chance," he chuckled as she ran to the car door. Before she could reach it he picked her up by the waist with one arm and opened the impala door, pulling forward his seat. Amie climbed into the back./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Worth a try," she smiled, putting her seatbelt on. As the trio pulled away from the hotel she glanced over her shoulder, hoping they would never return./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"The pain was dreadful. Amie had often imagined what life could be like for she and Dean if they gave up hunting. She fantasised about a beautiful barn wedding, small and intimate. She imagined a house and a dog, normal jobs and children. It was all tinted gold, this beautiful world, unrealistic and unobtainable./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"But Lisa... She had it all. She had a house, a job, a child. She slept with Dean - probably not even in love with him at the time - and got pregnant. Dean was going to get his happy ending./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Ben wasn't to blame. Whilst Amie felt anger towards Dean - misguided, she knew - and loathing for Lisa, Ben was blameless. And helpless. Ben needed a father, and Dean would certainly be perfect. Amie knew that in her heavy heart./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She paused outside of the hotel room, closing her eyes. She sucked in a deep, rattling breath. She knew - any day now - Dean would have to talk to her about staying./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She grabbed the warm metal handle of the hotel door and pushed. The room was empty - no sign of Dean - but this was usual lately. Amie walked through to their small kitchen and started to pack away the food she had bought. As she did so, she noticed flowers in the sink./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She smiled at them: red roses, romantic - definitely for her./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She smiled and quickly walked over to the bed, making it. Dean must have been home to surprise her. This, however, lead her to worry. Where was he now? Why had he left before she got home, if he had brought flowers? Perhaps they were not for her. Or, rather, they were; the flowers not intended to be romantic, but rather an apology./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"He was going to leave her./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Amie felt her heart drop, she was sure it would fall out of her shoes any second, at this thought. She sat down on the bed and closed her eyes. Tears would be sure to drain from her in a normal situation, but Amie was certain she had no more tears to waste. She felt an overwhelming exhaustion fill her, and decided to succumb to the sensation. She sat back, lay down, as allowed a moment of rest./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"(o(o(o(0)o)o)o)/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""What are you talking about, Dean?" Sam asked, laughing at his older brother's impulsive behaviour./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Amie, she's the one. I know I want to spend my life with her... It's just a matter of making it official," he grinned manically. Dean walked over to his brother and hugged him./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Dean, think for a second," Sam exclaimed, pushing Dean away suddenly. "We're hunters. You can never have a normal marriage or life. You've been together - what - a year? This whole Ben thing has thrown you. I get it. But there's no need to go-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""What?" Dean asked, confused. "Sammy, you were gonna propose to Jess... How is this any diff-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Jess and I had settled down, Dean! Don't do this to her! Amie loves you, Dean. But you can't keep on letting her down. For all she knows you're still about to claim a long lost son an-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""She could've stayed with me!" Dean interrupted, growing angry. "She always could've... I just would've had to get settled myself first."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Exactly! Dean, a proposal isn't a cure all gesture. It's a promise... If you propose there has to be a chance you'll actually get married."/div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dean swallowed, eyes wide. "I want to marry her, Sammy. I want her to be my wife."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Sam sighed, then smiled at Dean. "You know it won't be a normal marriage."/div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dean's face split into a grin and he looked up at Sam. "As if any life of mine will ever be normal. I don't need normal: I just need her. Anyway, it was step two of my plan. I never said I'd do it tomorrow."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Well," Sam chuckled. "You better start on step one."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"(o(o(o(0)o)o)o)/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dean walked into the hotel room to find Amie lying on the bed, curled up slightly, her breathing shallow. He smiled to himself, pleased that he could tell her the good news when she woke up. Dean walked into the room, but a few paces in his heavy foot steps woke Amie up./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She stirred then sat up. Amie looked around the room, then saw Dean; he smiled at her, but she continued to look at him with the same expectant face./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Amie," he murmured gently. "We need to talk."/div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"She closed her eyes and let her face drop into her hands. "So this is it," she whispered./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""What?"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Ben," Amie smiled through tears, looking up at Sam. "He's yours."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""No, actually," he smiled, sitting down on the bed next to her. He lifted a hand to her cheek and stroked it gently. "He isn't. That's what I wanted to say; Ben isn't mine and the case is over... We can leave town."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Amie smiled softly, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "If he had been yours," she said slowly, "would we be leaving town together right now?"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Well," Dean shrugged. "I guess not. But you have to understa-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""And could I have stayed with you?" She asked, interrupting his plea./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Of course," he said, shaking his head. "I mean, I would've had Ben and Lisa to worry about too. But we could've lived together. We could both get jobs, I'm sure you could earn enough to sustain yourself. Baby, it's okay though, we don't have to."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Amie shook her head, closing her eyes. "You can't just say 'Hey, Amie, I fucked a woman and now I have a kid!' Then a week later turn around and say, 'actually, baby, it isn't mine... so let's run away and have lots of sex and adventures.'"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""What?" Dean asked, getting annoyed. "Amie, baby, I don't just wa-"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""I know," she said, rubbing her eyes and looking up at Dean. Their eyes met, staring deep into one another. "But you were quite happy to abandon me yesterday."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dena swallowed. He hadn't anticipated Amie to be so upset; she was furious, heartbroken. How had a week broken them so badly? He supposed it was a culmination of many things, now he thought about it. Jo, the trickster, the stress of this life. Ben was simply the straw on the camel's back./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Are you saying you don't love me?" Dean asked, his voice breaking. He longed for an answer but was regretting his question; he wasn't brave enough to ask for the answer again./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Of course," Amie laughed, a tear falling down her face. "I just need time."/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Dean threw the last bag into the boot of the impala. Sam got in the passenger seat whilst Amie walked across the car park, having just paid for their room./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Hey baby," Dean smiled, lifting an arm for her to cuddle under./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Hey babe," she replied, her voice like honey. She slotted under his arm, pressing her head against his chest./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""You ready to leave?" He asked, kissing her forehead./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Sure thing," she smiled. "As long as I get to drive!"/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Fat chance," he chuckled as she ran to the car door. Before she could reach it he picked her up by the waist with one arm and opened the impala door, pulling forward his seat. Amie climbed into the back./div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Worth a try," she smiled, putting her seatbelt on. As the trio pulled away from the hotel she glanced over her shoulder, hoping they would never return./div