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𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟭𝟵, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟲 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵
𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 fixated on the laptop screen that displayed the Hellhounds website. Lore books were scattered across the table, creating an atmosphere of intense research. My mind still reeled from the encounter with Murdoch, so delving into research with Sam provided a much-needed distraction. On the other side of the table, Dean sat on his bed, his gaze fixed and determined. He held a sketch pad in his hands, diligently drawing the symbol he had seen at the Murdoch house. He repeated the sketch over and over again, hoping to trigger a revelation.
The symbol seemed familiar to Dean, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen it before. Frustration grew within him, and I could sense it. I understood his frustration; knowing that the answer was right at the tip of your tongue, yet just out of reach. Dean occasionally asked me if I recognized the symbol, but my recollection of it was faint, and I couldn't be certain. If we ever figure it out, I know I will be angry at myself for not being able to recall its significance.
"What is this symbol?" Dean's frustration was palpable as he stared intently at the drawing in his hands. "It's bugging the hell out of me. This whole damn job is bugging me. I thought the legend said Mordechai only goes after chicks," he grumbled, annoyance evident in his voice.
