“Sam, we gotta go!”
“We can’t. He’s coming.”
Sam and Dean stared at the incandescent light erupting from the floor, barely contained by the seal traced in Lilith’s blood. Sam clutched at Dean’s arm, remorse/guilt/regret pouring off him in nearly palpable waves. Dean clung right back, the reunion with his brother bittersweet with the apology
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~Dire Banshee
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