Winchester's sister

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Liana punches Harper, as Harper falls back.

Harper then charges at Liana, as she punches her, knocking her to the ground.

Liana hisses, as Harper punches her repeatedly.

Liana then flips them around as she head buts Harper.

Harper then head buts Liana back, making Liana hiss as she falls to the side.

Harper rises as she grabs Liana by her hair dragging her to the desk before slamming her head against it, knocking Liana out.

Liana limps down to the floor and Harper smirks, proud of herself.

Harper then runs to the microphone, that emits  throughout the entire Library.

In other words, the intercom.

"I'm sorry about all this, Jack. I actually liked you but you're obviously a hunter, and I come from a long line of necromancers."

"I mean, I can mostly only raise the dead, but that comes in handy. And I can't let you, you, or your friends get in the way of the love Vance and I share."

"It's first love, Jack. The best kind. Without baggage or compromise. I mean, I did have to kill him to keep him here after college but... every relationship has its stuff, right?"

"And all the other guys-- none of them are like Vance. Strong and courageous and--so, they all had to die. Especially Miles, who just--ugh. So, I had Vance crush his throat. I wish I could have watched. And now we're going to kill you."

Jack peers over from behind a wall, as he see's Harper talk into the intercom.

Harper then grabs a book on the desk.

Harper  sits down, beginning to read.

Jack watches her.

Jack looks around for Liana, only to realise she is knocked out, on the ground.

Jack can feel anger boil throughout him, fighting the urge to run and punch Harper and take Liana in his arms.

Jack quickly hides again as Harper looks around her.

Jack then feels in his pocket, noticing he still has the silver pocket knife Dean gave him.

An idea pops into Jack's head.

A hand then covers Jack's mouth.

Jack's eyes widen, until he notices Dean in front of him.

Dean uncovers his mouth.

"Okay. Not a lot works on these things"

Dean lowers the pocket knife.

"Uh, headshot?"

"No, no, no. Creeps like this, you got to get 'em back in their grave. Drive a silver stake through their heart to keep 'em there."

Jack nods at Dean.

"Okay, so...?"

"So, we, got to convince this guy to get six feet under."

"And you're gonna convince him with your shotgun?"

Jack motions to Dean's shotgun, he is currently carrying.

Dean glances down at it, then back up at Jack.

"Not exactly."

Jack nods, as Dean explains the idea he has.

"Wait, Wh--Where is Liana?"