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Angryl looked the chair over; feeling panic and anger welling up inside him, before he focused his upset gaze at Dean, his hands clutching the chair’s arms. “You’re bluffing,” he said, sounding cool but the sweat drops on his forehead betrayed him. “Certainly not,” Dean replied calmly, leaning back in his chair, smug as a cat. “And don’t think I’ll hesitate; the blast radius is just enough to take the chair with you; certainly not me.” He looked over his shoulder, calling out for Ash, who was quick to enter, walking over to Dean’s side casually. She arched an eyebrow at the

Something or someone was striking something against wood in the near vicinity, Dean thought, feeling as if he wandered in complete darkness. The sound continued, eerie-like as panic started to seep into him at the lack of light. Suddenly something happened around him; a red mist started to close in on him, as the darkness was slowly replaced by familiar buildings and alleys. Hoarse, breathing sounds reached his ears, as he turned around abruptly, hearing them louder and louder. Dear God, was he back…? A snorting sound quickly tore him from his sleep as he opened his eyes only to stare up at a hideous face; wrinkly with whiskers dippi

The noon passed surprisingly peacefully considering that Angryl was in the building. As in fact, if he hadn’t found them before, she wouldn’t even have known he was there at all. It was quite clear he had followed them so why was he hiding alone in one of the spare rooms? The only reason she knew that to begin with was because she had advised Marcus to keep an eye on the man, which he did. “You know, you should be thankful he’s not bothering us,” Dean replied when she voiced her concerns. He certainly was. “Thankful, yes. But it is strange.” “Maybe you want his attention?” the ghoul smi