I know. I know. *She rolled her eyes. But since when did Dad approve of me hunting as a kid. But you taught me anyway. *She saw the holy water and pulled out her silver knife.* Go ahead Dean. Test me, I'm your sister.

// My writer was there in her wheelchair.

*She patted his back.* Well, how you feeling now? And so are you hunting anything now? Do you need help?

Hey, Sam. You know we love you. And if you ever need me to dump Dean in the middle of a hunt, I will jump in my car and come wherever you are to take care of you. I will never let you down. *She cocked her head.* Neither will Dean and you know it.

*She paused as she listened to Sam about Lucifer. Then sighed.* How bad is it with Lucifer, Sam? I know you had a hard time with it. We all did. You most of all. *She held out her arm with her palm up.* I mean obviously. Dean had a hard time as Michael. But what happened to you I think was worse.

Great movie.

*Henrie slid in the door and plopped on the bed.* Well, we fought a banshee in Chicago. I almost went deaf. Got a Wendingo in Washington, vampires in Utah. You know the normal stuff. But ai missed you. I haven't seen you. What have you been doing?

~ that's fine too. *He knew the smile all too well.*

*Henrie lifted her baseball hat and nodded at him with a smile.* That's because I was hunting in Chicago with Dean. No we didn't abandon you. Taking a look around him the woman shrugged.* Are you going to let me in or what, Sam? I was going to tell you what happened, but if you're not interested, ~