Chapter Seventy Two

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"Why'd you take a picture?"

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"Why'd you take a picture?"

"Why do you have to use tongue?"

"Why do you have to use tongue?"

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"I'm gonna make one thing crystal clear" Bobby's voice thrums threateningly through his house

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"I'm gonna make one thing crystal clear" Bobby's voice thrums threateningly through his house. Sat behind his study, he leans calmly over the desk to look the four of us square in the eye "We will not address the fact that Eleanor has drank the coolaid to become a guardian angel, we will work as one cohesive unit for the next seventy two hours, we will acquire Death's ring, and we will stuff the Devil back in his cage." Meeting our gazes singularly to emphasise his point, Bobby sternly asks "Are we clear?"

In front of me on his chair, Sam agreeably nods "Course Bobby."

Sliding my gaze to the side table Cas sits upon, the angel asserts "Yes."

Leaning against the wooden frame between the study and the kitchen I glare at the back of Dean's head. Taking the night to sleep on the matter we've woken up at the crack of dawn to regroup. It's been made abundantly clear between the shattered kitchen windows and the missing body from my side last night, that me and Dean aren't sitting in a great place. I'm not saying it's everyone's business but the dynamic of the room has definitely shifted. I hover closer to Cas and Dean orbits around Sam. Like the centre of our gravities has shifted and we're spinning further away.

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