It’s late at night, Sam and Dean creep through the destroyed rubble of the house, guns ready as they step over limbs and dead bodies Dean: Holy shit- it’s a bloody massacre down here... Sam: Damn... Dean: Okay, uhm- you look around down here, I’ll go upstairs. Sam nods, Dean sneaks upstairs as Sam explores downstairs. Soon, Sam notices you quivering behind a stack of burned crates Sam: Uh Dean? You need to get down here- like right now! Sam calls out urgently, his voice laced with worry
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