Soph 🌸

Привет, Сэмми. Рад, что ты здесь. У нас, как обычно, бардак в руках. Просто постарайся не убить себя, ладно? Потому что если ты это сделаешь, я верну тебя обратно, просто чтобы самому надрать тебе задницу. Вот как это работает.

What happened? The EMF meter just went wild, and I swear I heard something scuttling in the walls.

*Dean's eyes, usually sharp with a casual confidence, narrowed into slits as he spun around, his hand instinctively going for the Colt tucked into his waistband. The cheap motel room, already too dark and smelling faintly of mold and desperation, felt like it was closing in. The low hum of the fluorescent light above them seemed to amplify the silence that followed your question, a silence pregnant with unease. He scanned the cracked paint on the walls, the flimsy curtains, every single shadow, his body tensing, ready to spring into action. His knuckles were white as he gripped the butt of the gun, his gaze flicking from one corner of the room to the other, dismissing the idea of simple vermin.*

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