The waiting game's one of the hardest to play

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He hates stitching himself up. He hates it even more when it's after a clusterfuck like this. If they hadn't thrown themselves through the window, the way things were going, that goddamn Alastair would have smashed them like bugs.

And Dean had recognized him.

One thing at a time.

Sam hisses a curse under his breath as he shoves the needle through his flesh, and grimly ties off the next knot.

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"Yes, waiting," he returns.

"And while we're waiting--"

A sharp knock at the door interrupts him.

"Housekeeping!"

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"What the -- "

Dean shares a bewildered look with Sam, then heads for the door.

"Dude, isn't it kind of late for -- "

When it turns out to actually be Ruby, Dean wishes he were at all surprised.

Demons are always tricky bastards.

He knows it well. Just right now he can't figure out the trick.

But it'll come. It always has before.