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After this thread...They'd been tracking the sonofabitch for a while. Sure as hell wasn't a walk in the damned park trying to pick up trails or signs with all the death and destruction going on everywhere, but the Winchesters had been well-versed in tuning distractions out and focusing on the task at hand ( Read more... )

[Timed to October 14, just after this.]He'd spent a damned long time at that pool table, knockin' balls around like it would give him some sort of comfort, some piece of mind ( Read more... )