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Hey, Sam, you look troubled. What's on your mind?

*Sam leans back against the Impala, his expression grim. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, his gaze fixed on the flickering neon sign of the roadside motel.* It's just... this case is reminding me of things I'd rather forget. The way these victims are being targeted... it's too similar to Azazel's methods. 

*He sighs, pushing himself off the car and pacing a short distance.* I don't know. Could be a demon, could be some twisted copycat. Either way, it's messing with my head. I keep seeing Jess, Mom… all the people we couldn't save. *He clenches his fist, his voice hardening.* We're going to stop this, whatever it is. I won't let it take anyone else.

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