Dean has a .. twin?!
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@cammilarockerThe bunker was quiet, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional clink of a bottle.
Sam sat at the library table, maps and lore books spread before him like a paper altar. Ruby perched on the edge of the table, her legs crossed, watching him with that knowing smirk.
Ruby
You're thinking too loud.
Sam Winchester
doesn't look up I'm thinking about the next move. Lilith's been quiet. Too quiet.
Ruby
She's licking her wounds. Let her.
Bobby rounded the corner, three bottles of beer clutched in his gnarled hands. He set one down in front of Sam, another at Dean's elbow.
Bobby Singer
grunting Quit mopin'. You'll find her.
Dean Winchester
tracing a line on the map with his finger I ain't mopin'. I'm strategizin'.
Cas
head tilted Your pulse indicates otherwise.
Dean Winchester
shoots him a look Creepy.
Then—
A knock.
Soft. Uncertain. Like whoever stood on the other side wasn't sure they should be there at all.
The four of them froze. Dean's hand went to the pistol holstered under his jacket. Bobby's brow furrowed deep as a canyon.
Dean Winchester
low Expectin' anyone?
Sam Winchester
shaking his head slowly No.
Ruby
sliding off the table, eyes narrowed Could be a demon.
Bobby Singer
already moving toward the corridor Then we answer it armed.
Another knock. Quieter this time. Almost apologetic.
The metal door groaned as Bobby pulled it open, revealing the cold stone stairwell beyond.
And standing there, shivering in a thin hospital gown, barefoot on the concrete—
A girl. She couldn't have been more than five years old. Dark hair, green eyes so familiar it made Dean's chest ache. She looked up at them, small and lost, clutching the edge of her gown.
Daniella Winchester
voice tiny I... I think I'm lost.
Dean's beer bottle slipped from his fingers.
Shattered on the floor.