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The dull glow of the desk lamp carves your exhausted features out of the motel room's gloom. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and dust. I shoulder the door open with an irritated sigh, the hinges groaning. — Heard anything new on the Leviathans? Did Kevin pick up? Cas still hasn't shown his face? Bobby says you can kill them, you know. Cut off the head, douse it in borax.