Dean let out a huff of frustration as his eyes skimmed across yet another useless page of newspaper articles. He could hear the click-clack of Sam's keyboard from across the room, and the sound of his brother's typing was nearly enough to send him over the edge. They hadn't left the motel room in two days other than for food and booze, and the cabin fever was really starting to get to him. He needed a job—and soon, before he resorted to chucking Sam's laptop out of the window.
A knock on the door caused a startled Sam to leap from his seat, and the computer crashed to the floor. Dean allowed himself a small smile as his brother cursed under his breath; that took care of that problem.
"Dean Winchester," a female voice called from the other side of the door, and Dean's smile immediately faded. He cast a slightly alarmed glance at Sam, who merely shrugged. "I know you're in there," the voice called. "He told me I could find you here!"
Dean felt dread begin to pool in his stomach, and he silently rose from his seat. He pulled his gun and motioned for Sam to stand on one side of the doorframe as he approached from the other.
"Who did? Who told you that?" Dean questioned, and he did his best to keep his voice calm but forceful. He was tired of crazy sons of bitches chasing him down, but at least this beat staring at newspaper articles for hours on end. Maybe she was a vampire. Or better yet, a shape-shifter—Dean hated those freaks but at least things were always more exciting whenever they were around.
"It said it was an angel," the woman replied, and Dean let out a disappointed sigh. Angels were annoying, righteous, and downright stressful—not exciting. In all honesty Dean would have rather gone back to the newspapers than be stuck dealing with them.
He returned his gun to the waistband of his pants and motioned for Sam to put away Ruby's knife before he pulled open the door. Dean's eyes widened as he caught sight of the blonde woman coated in dirt standing before him. She held her shirtsleeve rolled up to reveal an angry handprint-shaped burn on her arm, and her lips were spread into a grim smile.
"It's nice to see you again, Dean," she told him, and it was all Dean could do not to faint right then and there.
A plan is a gamble from the start
When those involved are left in the dark
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