Dean leaned on the hood of the Impala, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the call to go through. The necklace back around his neck, ring back on his finger, he felt complete again. He was gripping the picture from Mark and the small address in one sweaty hand.
"Hello?" Sam asked as he opened up another box of furniture to put together for their home. He had ordered it online and had it delivered and they were finally able to move in after staying in a motel while waiting for the furniture to arrive.
"He wanted to draw our family... Yeah, that's the house I bought... Where I am right now actually. You'll love this place, Dean, it's perfect. 4 bedrooms, a huge living room and kitchen, an attic game room... it was built in 1925."
"Henry is... Less than good. He's pretty aggressive - I've had to lock him down a few times. We've been hitting smaller hunts, vamps and ghosts, just so he can fight something. Broke a guy's nose at the bar last night."
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