Bobby Singer was no stranger to loss, but as he disconnected the call, he could scarcely see through the tears.
Maggie – a woman with so much good in her, so many years of doing good ahead of her – was gone.
Dammit!
He'd helped raise her, had trained her! To have her end up as some damned footnote to Michael's hit parade…
With an impatient growl, he rose, brushing away the tears. He had things to do. There was a vamp nest in Nevada who'd been getting sloppy with body disposal.
It was time to get this party started.
For Maggie.