Sam and Dean left the house soon after, and they got in the car. Dean shoved a cassette tape of Black Sabbath in and began to wind down the road as he turned the muziek up, deep in thought. He had so many things to think about right now, and a more-complicated-than-the-usual-drill case hadn’t really been what he was hoping for as they drove to the seconde victim’s house. It hadn’t gotten weird enough to call Cas, at least not yet, and therefore not weird enough for any meer dick angels to get involved either, which he supposed was a good thing. Dean’s mind was full enough with worrying...
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