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Dean angrily walked in the motel first and switched on the light, Sam and Sierra followed right behind him. "What the hell were you both thinking?"

"What?!" Sam scoffed in disbelief whilst Sierra brushed past him, "What the hell was I thinking?"

"She's a demon, Sam. Period. All right? They want us dead, we want them dead." Dean ranted back, Sierra just folded her arms with a snarl. Dean caught on, silently feeling guilty again and rubbing his eyes. "Most of them. But still, she's a demon we don't know!"

"Oh, that's funny; I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? You didn't want her dead."

"I hated that bitch." Sierra growled at the mention of the demon who spiked her.

"Yeah, well she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook."

"No one's stringing me along! Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous, but like it or not, she's useful." Sam argued back, "Like I said before, we trusted Sierra and now look at us!"

"You had your vision-things to back that up! All we have is her word, and I'm not buying it!" Dean shouted, gesturing with his arms, "No! We kill her before she kills us."

"Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?"

"Whatever works."

"Samson, he has a point." Sierra whispered, folding her arms uncomfortably.

Sam frowned, snapping his head to Sierra, "What?! Whose side are you on?"

"There should be no sides, Sam!" She replied quickly, "I'm just saying, Ruby keeps telling you that she can save Dean, which is a lie! She's leading you on! She's lying!"

"Oh right, but when she mentions your strength and abilities that's when it's okay to believe her, right?" Sam frowned, leaving Sierra struck at the fact he was actually right.

"Ruby knows more about my powers than I do! I'm not being kept in the dark again about what I am."

Sam looked over to his brother, ignoring Sierra for the time being, "Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives." Dean turned away from Sam and went to the sink, turning on the water. "Look, we have to start looking at the big picture Dean, start thinking in strategies and – and moves ahead. "It's not so simple, we're not – we're not just hunting anymore. We're at war."

Dean turned off the water and looked at Sam in the mirror above the sink. Sierra felt an odd feeling in her stomach, she clutched herself a bit and sat down on the bed. Dean grabbed a towel to dry off his face and turned back around to his brother, "Are you feeling okay?"

Sam groaned and sighed, "Why are you always asking me that?"

Sam sat on the foot of the other bed in the room, and Dean moved back toward Sam. "Because you're taking advice from a demon we don't know, for starters. And by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people. You know, it used to eat you up inside."

Sierra squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, rubbing them slightly as they stung. She opened them and glanced in the mirror, seeing them flicker from brown to orange. Sam continued snapping back to Dean, "Yeah, and what has that gotten me?"

"Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the freakin' car and freakin' argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap!"

"Wait, so – so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?" He questioned, whilst Dean exhaled and sighed with a shake of his head.

"No, I'm not mad, I'm— I'm— I'm worried, Sam—" Dean paced slowly in front of Sam. Sierra remained silent, her nails digging into her hand. "I'm worried because you're not acting like yourself."

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