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"You and Dad, you're two of a kind," Dean growled at Sam, hand fisted in the scruff of Alena's fur.
Sam opened his mouth to shout a protest, but he noticed Dean's gaze slide away from him. His eye flicked up to where Ava perched in the rafters, and his lips thinned.
His daemon swooped to his shoulder with a silent command, mirroring a memory of eagle's wings doing the same thing throughout his childhood.
For a moment Dean's eyes flared with jealousy. Alena growled, and the moment passed.
"You're wrong," Sam snarled, stomping from the room.
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