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Even myths and legends run out of luck sometimes.
It had been ten years since the Apocalypse had been averted. The demons had quieted down, though they weren't gone completely. There were always plenty of other monsters to take up the slack.
Which was, in the end, how Dean ended up in the hospital. Ten years of luck ran out against a nest of vampires. Hospitals were noisy places to begin with, but the drugs actually helped to bring another voice into focus.
"Yes, I'm mad. Why did you let him walk into that on his own?"
There was no answering voice, so it sounded like one side of a conversation. Maybe a phone. "Then you should have told him to wait. I'm only one guy. I can't manage two places at once."