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"Sam, answer the phone, damn it. We found the connection between the missing chicks. They all banged the same dude. You. It's you, Sam. The texts, the victims, all of it, it's a trap for you. Call me back." After Dean sent a voicemail to his brother, he and Karina found out that Sam didn't stay in the house from the order. They all figured out where he would go as they both found the location of a house.

Quietly, they both approach a location where they see Sam walking closely to the web below the corner of the porch. When Dean laid a hand on his shoulder, he was alerted again by pulling up his gun and aiming at the target. He saw them standing while his brother was calming him down with a reaching hand, "Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Sam sighed annoyingly when he put down the weapon, "I almost shot you. Again. What the hell?"

Karina scoffed lightly, "We figured you'd come and talk to her. We told you to stay home and weirdly enough, I was this close to giving you a treat."

Sam rolled his eyes after her comment, then Dean asked, "Did you get my message? Come on, we gotta get you out of here. Let's go." They all walked out of the porch, not knowing there were eyes spying on them, particularly the one who was in the middle of a trap.

Karina remained sitting on the floor while sharpening her knives, getting an urge of suspicion and terror in her body. She wanted to get out of the town for his safety. Of course as a friend, not because she is in love with him and he doesn't know that. God, this is complicated. I bet everyone is laughing at her situation.

Sam was looking at files that he received from the widow of a police officer, Brenna, while Dean was pacing around the living room. "So we know that this is a monster with opposable thumbs and unlimited text messaging. And we know that it wants to kill you specifically. Does that cover it?"

"It's an Arachne."

Dean and Karina looked at Sam, confused. He asked, "A what?"

Sam hesitantly responded, knowing that they wouldn't like the answer he was about to reply. "I remembered."

"You remembered?" Her eyes were dilated from the response as she was paralyzed to the ground. Holding a knife in her hand as she repeated the moment she wanted to keep. Dean blinked his eyes as he was taking in, "I'm sorry, what else have you remembered?"

"Don't worry, alright. It's nothing to do with Hell."

"Not yet, anyway."

"What can I do, guys? Stuff is just starting to come back. Maybe it's natural."

"We're leaving."

"No, we can't."

"We are not the only hunters on the planet, okay? We could call Bobby. He could come to wrap this up."

"How? Like you said, it could be anybody. We got jack for leads."

"We know it hates you."

"I know who did this. I just-- I can't remember."

Sam pushed through the files in the box then Dean sighed heavily. Karina looked in the distance, not wanting to be part of the argument between them. He pulled a folder from his hands and put it aside as he sat down on a chair beside her, "I don't think you get the risk here, Sam."

"Yes, I do."

"Really? You get that every time you scratch that wall, you are playing Russian roulette?"

"I get you guys worried. I know what you think is gonna happen. But you know what? It will or it won't." Dean called out his name before Sam interrupted him when he pulled his head down, "Look, I'm starting to think that I might have done some bad stuff here. And so, I don't care if it's dangerous. I have to set things right. Cause I got a friggin soul now, and it won't let me just walk away.'