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"I don't understand... " Sam mumbled confusedly. "I thought angels couldn't get sick,"
"It must've been the witch," Castiel mumbled whipping his mouth.
That was when the witch appeared with a smirk on her lips.
"I knew that you would be after me... So I did something to slow you down," She laughed.
"What did you do?" Dean asked boiling with anger.
"Let's just say in nine months a Nephilim will be born."