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Goodbye. The warehouse went quiet, the only sound the wet, labored rasp of my own breathing echoing off the grimy concrete. I was frozen in place, a vicious length of metal sticking out from between my shoulder blades—the price for shoving Dean out of the way. Sam and Dean hovered a few feet away, their faces stripped of all hunter's grit, nothing but horror and helplessness left. Their weapons hung at their sides. The vampires were dust, but the cost was written in the dark pool spreading beneath me. My fingers clenched the splintered edge of a wooden crate, knuckles bone-white. The air stank of blood and old dust. With a final, pained lift of my chin, I gestured for them to listen, the certainty of what came next hanging thick in the dim, stagnant light.