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Yellow eyes glinted from the shadows behind Harvelle's as the Impala pulled away. Demonic laughter filled the still Nebraska air. It had finally been accomplished, everything the demon had worked towards since the birth of that special child, that warrior for good.

It had made a killer. A killer of good people and hunters. It had turned God's little warrior, turned him to its own purposes by using John Winchester as a puppet, by making the tortured hunter think the psychic was the target, was a general in the coming war.

In reality, Sam had never been anything more than a pawn, a way to get to the one that could have won the war for good. It had never been about Sammy.

No, the demon had wanted Dean, and it had finally got him.

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