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They are looking for me. There is no escape from the Winchesters, I know that much. Years of ganking everything that breathed, or didn’t breathe, and had once breathed and now didn’t or had never breathed at all--stop obsessing--
Was that Sam’s footsteps? Oh, no, oh, no, please--
Are they coming closer? No, no, no, no--
Phew! He’s walking away. The door closed.
What’s that--what’s that? No, it can’t be--why me? Why do the Winchesters want me?
“I’ve been looking all over for this! Sam,who puts pie in a freakin' dungeon?”