Then:
"He's not psychic. He's a prophet."
"Like the prophet of God?" Dean watched her with his green eyes to assess if she was lying.
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"I thought you believed that she'll die anyway whether we try to stop it or not?"
"I do... but if there's anything I've learned from being a Mikaelson is that we go against all odds to protect our family, no matter what. We might just be that one in a million chance. I at least want mom to have a fighting chance. I have to have a little hope don't I?"
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"It's not hiding. It's being smart. It's picking your battles. This is a battle that we are not ready to fight."
Sam looked as if he disagreed with Dean, we all knew that he did.
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A/N: The Hollow's name is Inadu. It will come up, just thought of mentioning it in case some got confused. Enjoy!
Now:
Chapter 6
THIRD PERSON'S POV
The Winchesters drove to the Toreador Motel with Athena behind them.
"Dude, this place charges by the hour," Sam complained as they pulled into the parking lot of the motel.
"Yeah, well the book says Lilith finds you at the Red Motel. Hence, the hooker red. It's opposite day remember."
Athena heard Dean say as she got out of the car to book her the same room she was occupying before she left to go to Chuck while the brothers booked their own room.
Dean thought that it was best that they booked rooms next to each other in case of emergencies and done so.
They each went to their separate rooms with their own duffel bags in their hands -Dean and Sam to their room and Athena to hers.
She used her heightened senses to listen in on the conversation that was happening in the room next to her while she herself started unpacking a few candles from the bag she brought.
She could hear shuffling around and could smell the faint saltiness of hex bags and could only assume that from the smell that it was Dean placing it around.
"What are you doing?"
"Couple of hex bags to Lilith-proof the room."
"So, what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?"
"That's exactly what you going to do. And no research! I don't care what you do. Use the magic fingers. Or watch Cassa Erotica on paper-view." Dean said letting out a little chuckle remembering the previous time he watched that.
Dean looked at Sam with amusement while Sam just stared at him confused with a frown on his face. He soon realized the mischievous look Dean gave him when his brother pulled out his laptop.
"Oh, dude! Come on."
"Just call it a little insurance."
"What you going to do?" Sam asked as Dean searched in his pocket for something.
"Well, the pages say that I spend all day riding in the Impala. So... I'm gonna go park her."
Dean walked to the door and before opening it, he turned to Sam.
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