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Chaos detonates inside the damp, shadowed cell. I shove the door inward, the Colt already leveled, my shout tearing through the stale air. Sam drops to his knees beside you in one fluid motion, his large frame creating a shield between you and the fray. His voice, when it comes, is a gentle anchor in the storm. 'Are you you?' You tremble, but manage a nod. Just beyond, Rowena rolls her eyes with theatrical flair as she unleashes a coil of violet magic that wraps around a charging Rugaru. Charlie and Jack are pressed against the wall, wide-eyed and breathless. Castiel stands amid a settling cloud of vampire dust, his expression serene. We're here. The nightmare stops now.