Chapter 92

• Dean pov
• I tried calling her number again and once more I was directed into a voicemail as I crawled in frustration and road from side to side on my bed sleep evading me like an enemy that had hated me for the longest time.
• I tried to relax myself a little bit knowing that the hotel had specifically made the bed in such a manner that it seems as if you were simply supposed to stretch out like an string without moving from one side or another because of how slim the bed's were, this mission that I had been given was quite a troublesome one but I knew that it was going to be rewarding in the end which was exactly why I had been pushing on with it.