When Dean Winchester finds himself at the mercy of Bella Talbot, desperate for information that might save his soul, he crosses paths with Nadia Turner-the strong-willed, fiercely independent daughter of hunter Rufus Turner. Though the connection be...
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The tree was more breathtaking than they had imagined. It towered into the sky, its trunk thick and strong, stretching up until it nearly touched the setting sun. The light green leaves shimmered in the dying light, as if the tree was alive with energy.
The branches were thick, strong, and full of life, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. It grew in a quiet field, far from the hustle of the city, beside a barn that looked worn from years of weathering the elements.
"It's beautiful," Nadia whispered, her voice tinged with awe. She closed her eyes and let the cool evening air wash over her. For a moment, she could almost imagine being a little girl again. She remembered the warmth of Anna's presence, even when she hadn't been able to see her. It was like that feeling now, a gentle weight in the air, something familiar and comforting.
Anna stood still for a moment, her eyes locked on the tree. "It's where the grace touched down," she confirmed, her voice soft but sure. "I can feel it."
Dean stepped forward, his brow furrowed, as he looked at Anna. "You ready to do this?"
Anna hesitated for a moment, her fingers twitching slightly as if the task ahead weighed heavily on her. She shook her head. "Not really."
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"Anna, what are we even looking for?" Sam asked.
Anna slightly tilts her head.
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