Joseph Garrets, millionaire and absolute prick behind closed doors, stood at the front of the auction hall before the gathering mass of people. Nobody noticed the line of sweat beading at his forehead, nor the way his eyes shifted around him quickly. They only saw the million dollar arsehole who was bidding off family heirlooms.
He did not want to be here, in fact if not for a certain quartet, he'd been in his private jet, sipping a martini as he flew as far away from North America as possible. Maybe he'd rent a remote island, just for him and hide away from the apparent poltergeist tailing him.
But, his thoughts on escape were seemingly diminished when he made eye contact with his oppressors.
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As though they'd sensed his hesitance, Sam and Dean didn't stall in guaranteeing his death if he risked the lives of everyone in this room for his own selfish plans.
Joseph banished the thought from his mind, paling even further when he saw the tposing triangle around the room. He didn't really understand what it meant, but it was enough to make him take a shaky breathe.
There was no way he was leaving.
Cleo and Lily telepathically highfived each other, sharing a glance as they realized their intimidation strategy had worked. Cleo gave a thumbs up to the fellow memester they'd recruited to execute their plan. The guy - they thought his name was Chad or something - nodded in response, taking his seat back at one of the tables.
They were going to catch this spirit.
Why?
Because they had the power of god and anime on their side.
