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I hear his familiar jingling behind me, and I slowly look up. He throws me backward, and my back hits the bookcase, as I fall to the floor, unable to move.

I hear a gunshot and the bookshelf is lifted off of me. "You okay," Sam asks, helping me up.

"I thought we got all silver," I say, groaning.

"I thought we did too," Sam sighs.

"Then why is he still here," I exclaim.

"Maybe we missed something," Dean says.

I glance around when I notice Lori's necklace. "Lori, where did you get that chain?"

"My father gave it to me," she replies.

"Where'd your dad get it," Dean asks.

"He said it was a church heirloom. He gave it to me," she explains.

"Is it silver," I ask.

"Yes." I quickly grab it, ripping it off her neck. I hear a loud scratching against the walls.

"Cal!" I toss Dean the necklace, and he tosses Sam the rifle. Sam shoots at the ceiling, quickly reloading it.

He almost gets it reloaded when Hookman knocks it out of his hand. I gasp as he raises his hook. Sam pulls me behind him, his hand covering mine, when his hook starts to melt.

He finally starts to burn away into ash, and I sigh in relief.

*the next morning*

"Hey." I look up to see Sam walking toward me.

"Hey," I sigh.

"How's the arm?"

"Completely fine," I answer.

"It's still weird to me that you can heal yourself," he says, as he examines me for any other wounds.

"I know. It's weird to me too, but at least we know I can't get seriously injured," I joke.

"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean that I'm not gonna worry," he says.

"Trust me, I know."

He glances around, before leaning down and kissing me for a second, before pulling away again.

"Why are we keeping this a secret again?"

"I just don't know how Dean would react," I sigh.

"I know... I just hate lying to him about this."

"Me too, but it's just for now."

"Until when though?"

"I don't know... Until the time is right."

"Hey, kids," Dean greets making me roll my eyes. "How's the arm?"

"Fine," I answer.

"That's good. You had me worried for a second," he admits.

"Really? You were worried about me," I question, raising a brow.

"Uh, yeah," he nods. "Come on, let's get going."

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