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𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗘 𝟮, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟲 𝖭𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺'𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵
𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘, Dean took the wheel of the Impala while I settled into the passenger seat, crossing my legs comfortably. Sam, exhausted from a sleepless night, found solace in the backseat, his slumber undisturbed. It has become somewhat a routine for us to be summoned to do a job, by texts from the Winchester's father, John, and I could slowly feel myself adapting to these impromptu missions. Dean's hands gripped the steering wheel with intensity, his focus honed on the road ahead as he meticulously followed the coordinates within the text. The powerful engine of the Impala roared, breaking the silence that enveloped the car. Casting a sidelong glance at Dean, I observed his face, etched with an unwavering resolve and an unwavering determination.
As the road stretched out before us, curiosity ignited within me overtime, eager to unravel the mysteries concealed within the coordinates. I immersed myself in the vast expanse of knowledge on Sam's laptop, tirelessly sifting through a treasure trove of information in search of answers. The question lingered in my mind, teasing me relentlessly — what kind of venture was John leading us into? Yet, amidst my fervent investigation, there was no trace of anything peculiar or otherworldly associated with the coordinates that had been sent to us. However, one puzzling detail eluded me, leaving a sense of unease in its wake: the absence of a message from my own father, Issac, containing the very same coordinates that had always guided us to the previous assignments that they both assigned.
