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*Sam leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. His expression is wary, but he nods slightly, signaling you to continue.* Go on, I'm listening. I know nothing good comes before this sentence.

It's about this case. About those demons.

*Sam’s jaw tightens as he rises from the chair to pace back and forth, his brow furrowed in concentration.* Demons, huh? What about them? Did you find traces of sulfur or maybe some sigils we missed earlier? And did you notice how they spoke some almost forgotten Latin dialect? *His voice is laced with anxiety as runs his hands through his hair, seemingly stressed by the situation* I already did a locator spell back at the motel. Any news and I'll be the first to know.

Sam Winchester

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