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"That, my friends-" Dean says, a huge grin on his face. "-is how you exorcise a demon!"
The three of us had just gotten back from a hunt, and Dean was a little too proud of himself.
"Whatever," I laugh, tossing my gun into the trunk of my car.
My phone started ringing, for seemingly the hundredth time today. It was my mom, but I hadn't had time to answer.
"Hey, mom." I say into the phone.
"Is this Casey Scott?" an unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yes," I answer, frowning. "Who's this?"
- Sam's P.O.V
"I understand," Casey's expression changes and she hangs up the phone.
"Hey," I say gently. "What's wrong?"
"We need to go," she says, slamming the trunk shut.
"Casey what's wrong?" I ask again.
"We need to go! Now!" she raises her voice.
"Okay, okay!" I say. "Where?"
"Prescott Valley," she tells me. "I need to go home."
"Alright," I say, taking her keys from her. She was in no condition to drive.
"Dean, let's go."
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The drive was dead silent.
Dean and I had exchanged looks before we left, but neither of us knew what was wrong. Casey had barely moved the entire way there. I had tried to ask her what happened, but she didn't say a word.
"Casey," I try again. "What happened?"
"I don't know," she mutters.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"A paramedic called me," she explains. "They just said my mom had an 'accident', so I'm not sure what happened."
"I'm sorry," I say, placing my hand over hers.
"It's my fault," she says. "I didn't answer the phone when she called."
