"Aren't we all bound in one way or another?"
Since Abigael made the decision to place herself into a deep slumber, to come to terms with the knowledge Lucifer provided. All seemed well, and calm. She was coming to terms with the fact of it all. But...
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"What do you want me to do?!" I retorted, my voice rising as I squared off with the old man. "Pull a parlour trick out of thin air?" I mocked his earlier statement. He appeared ready to knock me off my feet, and I squared up to him even more. "Try it, old man, and see where it lands you," I threatened, blinking to reveal my demonic black eyes. His jaw tightened, and his fist clenched in response.
"Can you do anything?" Bobby's voice echoed urgently in my ear, but my gaze remained fixed on Samuel. It seemed like an eternity, locked in that stare, feeling the same loathing Dean surely harboured towards him.
"No," I finally replied, tearing my attention away from Samuel and blinking to return my eyes to their normal state. "She's gone." I cocked my eyes back to the corpse of Gwen. "I can't do anything," I admitted honestly, distancing myself from Samuel. Rufus then stopped chest compressions.
"Ah, damn it," he muttered, clearly upset by the outcome, knowing there was nothing any of us could do.
"I'm sorry... if you care," Bobby retorted, throwing a pointed jab at Samuel, aware of Samuel's less-than-stellar track record with family members.
"Screw you. I care," Samuel replied defiantly, his sincerity evident in his words and expression. Suddenly, rushed footsteps echoed in our ears, drawing our attention to Sam jogging back towards us. His gaze fell on Gwen, still lying lifeless on the floor.
"Is she, uh," Sam's eyes locked with mine, and I gave a brief nod in response.
"Where's Dean?" Rufus asked while Bobby stood to his feet, wiping the blood off his hands.
"I couldn't find him. Whatever got into those guys must have got into Dean," Sam explained, his eyes flickering between us.
"Rufus, help Samuel move her somewhere. Sam, Abby, and I will lock down here," Bobby ordered, moving closer to Sam. "We're gonna want to find Dean before he finds us," Bobby said, aware that whatever affected the others might affect us too.
"We're going to find him alive, Samuel," Sam declared, his eyes fixed on his grandfather, sensing the anger in the older man. "Or I'll put a bullet in your head," Sam warned, his tone remarkably casual.
As Rufus and Samuel carefully carried Gwen's lifeless body out of the room, Samuel's sober expressions reflected the weight of the loss. They placed her in a nearby area, ensuring she was respectfully situated. After they left, both Sam and Bobby turned their attention towards me, their expressions expectant, as if silently communicating their need for a plan.
"Can you lock this place down tight?" Bobby asked, his raised eyebrow conveying a sense of urgency. "Make sure nothing gets in or out," he continued, glancing briefly at Sam. The gravity of the situation was clear—if Dean or that creature managed to escape, it would bring chaos and death.
"If I set this up, we're all sealed in," I started, stepping decisively across the blood-soaked floor to face them. "No one gets in, no one gets out," I clarified, seeing their nod of understanding. "Alright then," I concluded, ready to begin the task of securing the building.
