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"Give it back!" Owen hissed, his gun aimed threateningly in Dean's direction.

"Whoa, dude. You've gotta let her go." Dean's tone was calm, even sympathetic. That only enraged Owen more. "That alien thing that was inside of her, it's completely destroyed her. She's gone."

No. Not like this. "I'm supposed to save her this time. I can still save her."

"This is not the answer. Believe me, man. I know. Put the gun down. Making a deal with a demon is-"

Owen squeezed the trigger. Then he crouched down, retrieved the box and began to dig in the cross-road dirt.