CHAPTER TEN
"Sam, we –"
"We don't have to kill her," Sam protested, aghast. "Just make her take the spell off me!"
"We're in town because she's killing people," Dean said gently. "Seven we know of, probably a lot more. Her taking your memory is just the kicker."
Bobby frowned. "Yeah, why'd she do that anyway? Why not just kill him? Why not just kill the both of you?"
Dean shrugged. "I'll be sure to ask her before I kill her."
Face waxen, Sam turned away and sank down onto the bed. This is who we are? This is who I am?