• Chapter Forty-Seven •

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"What the hell happened back there?" Dean asked, glancing back at his brother in the rearview mirror.

The hunters, huntresses and the former Angel vessel had been on the road for almost an hour, with the latter having fallen asleep in the back, seated between both Sam and Madelyn.

Sam glanced at his older brother. "What?" He asked.

"You practically fainted trying to gank a demon." The sandy haired male stated, which made the younger blonde settle her gaze onto the shaggy haired male expectantly.

"Okay, I didn't faint." The taller hunter corrected with a sigh. "I got a little dizzy."

"Well, you can call it whatever you want. Point is, you used to be strong enough to kill Alastair. Now you can't even kill stunt-demon number three?" The shorter of the two questioned.

Sam shifted his gaze towards Madelyn, who simply narrowed her piercing blue gaze at him.

He released a heavy sigh and dropped his hazel gaze from hers, and looked at his brother once more. "What do you want me to say about it, Dean?" He asked.

"Well, for starters, what's going on with your mojo?" Dean quizzed, glancing at his younger brother in the rearview mirror every so often. "I mean, it's yo-yoing all over the place. I'm not trying to pick a fight here, okay? I just - you're scaring me, man."

The younger Winchester frowned at the worry in his brother's tone and looked down at his hands on his lap, as he fidgeted nervously. "I'm scaring myself." He whispered.

Suddenly, his phone rang, interrupting the moment. Reaching into his pocket, Sam pulled out his phone and answered the call before he looked at a sleeping Jimmy.

"Hey." He said, gently nudging the former vessel awake. "It's your wife."

The dark haired man woke up and groggily took the phone, bringing it up to his ear. "Amelia?" He asked before his blue eyes widened in fear. "Oh my God."

Having arrived at the warehouse that was currently holding Claire, the hunters and huntresses climbed out of the car and began strategizing their moves

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Having arrived at the warehouse that was currently holding Claire, the hunters and huntresses climbed out of the car and began strategizing their moves.

The strange feeling about Amelia earlier that evening had turned out to be a correct one. She was possessed by a demon, and it was damn good at masking itself.

"Alright, they're expecting you to come alone. That's exactly what you're gonna do." Dean instructed as he looked at Jimmy.

Sam nodded in agreement. "We'll work our way through the catwalks." He said. "We'll be right behind you."

"All you need to do is stay calm and buy us time." Camryn added. "Let us do our job."

"You want me to stay calm?" The former vessel questioned, his blue eyes darting between the Winchester brothers and the Hale sisters. "This is my family we're talking about."

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