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Another chapter, a different format though. Hope you like it.
Chapter 31
"Is it done?" The first voice was cold and quietly sinister.
"Yes." The answering voice was female and ten times more human than the first. "I
cannot believe how easy it was. I just walked in there and did my thing and noone
stopped me. It is true, guys are stupid when it comes to a pretty face.I would have
thought, with their history, that they would have been a little more careful."
"Tell me something useful, something that I can use."
"Dean Winchester is fading. The humans here don't know what's going on- they're still
running tests. As if they'll find anything." The second voice became contempouos. "He'll
be dead before the week ends."
"Are you sure the other two do not suspect anything.?"
"Positive, though Sam might be close to figuring it out."
"What makes you say that?"
"He hasn't been bugging the doctors. Normally he'd be on them, bombarding them with
constant questions. He's ignoring them now, sticking close to Dean."
There was a pause then the first voice decided, "That does not matter. I sent out so
much conflicting information to the boy, it'll be far too late before he figures it out."
"Conflicting information?"
"Dreams. Premonitions I've been throwing at him . All false of course. Breadcrumbs to
lead him down a false path."
"That's good. He has no idea of the real plan?"
"No. Not a clue."
"Okay, I'll see you soon."
"Inform me of any changes."
"I will father."
Meg smiled and stood up.
Happy Christmas :)