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Don't snoop!

That was Nadia's advice to Dean. Being that she was his newly acquired voice of reason, he decided to take her advice to heart. He'd let it rest—for now, at least—and focus on the case.

Well, that was the plan.

But that was before he found himself alone in their hotel room the following afternoon, the thick silence pressing in around him. Sam was out questioning another potential siren victim: Lenny Bristol. And, in his usual absent-minded fashion, Sam had left his phone behind.

The device was sitting atop an open book, a bright, blinking screen practically beckoning him. It was right there. On the edge of the bed, in the quiet space that should have felt like a reprieve from the madness of hunting. But now, it felt like a trap.

Dean stared at it for a long moment.

Dean stared at it for a long moment

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Dean sat at the table quietly, listening to Nadia and the devil on his shoulder go back and forth

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Dean sat at the table quietly, listening to Nadia and the devil on his shoulder go back and forth. He didn't have the right to look through his brother's phone, but couldn't help it. 

He needed to know. 

Picking it up, he scrolled through Sam's recent calls until he found an unknown number.

Picking it up, he scrolled through Sam's recent calls until he found an unknown number

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