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Dean, Analina, and John join hunters in Indiana to face a deadly djinn threat while Sam rushes to help Sera after a shocking attack.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:   For mild language, suspense, and supernatural peril

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN:  
Djinn

WE MADE IT BACK to the motel late that night. No one said much. The disappointment that Cas couldn’t tell us anything beyond what we already knew weighed heavily. The more we talked at Bobby’s, the clearer it became—John wanted to help with the djinn case, whether the hunters called or not.

I started to wonder if the apocalypse had somehow influenced the monster world. Could such a thing happen? Or were we facing something completely different?

We also had to figure out who brought John back. If it was demons, like we suspected, what did they want with him? Wouldn’t they eventually come back? Were they using him to get to us? We were confident Lucifer wasn’t behind it—he was trapped in the cage. But could another high-level demon pull off a resurrection like this?

Either way, we had a lot to research.

EARLY THE NEXT MORNING, Sam got a phone call from Sera. She was hysterical. Someone had attacked her mother, and the auction house had been vandalized. Thankfully, her mother was fine—shaken, but unharmed. Sera hadn’t been home when it happened; she was at an art show in a nearby town. She worried the attack had been meant for her and didn’t know what to do.

Sam wanted to drive back to New York to help her.

While we were discussing Sam’s trip, John called Dean. His new hunter friends said they definitely needed our help. One of their buddies had been killed, and it looked like the djinn were targeting hunters connected to the case.

We told John we’d call him back about making arrangements to go to Indiana.

“I have to help her, Dean,” Sam said when Dean ended the call.

“I know,” Dean replied.

“I’ll go myself. You can go with Dad.” Sam was already stuffing the last items into his duffel. “We can meet up in Indiana when I’m done.”

Dean chewed on his thumb, thinking it over. He wanted Sam and Sera together. He couldn’t—shouldn’t—stop him from going.

“I’m sure we’ll be all right,” I said. “Maybe Bobby will go with us if we need more hunters for this djinn.”

Dean pulled his keys from his pocket. “Here. Take her and help your girl.” He tossed Sam the keys to the Impala. “But you bring her back in one piece. Whatever happens to my car happens to you.”

Sam nodded.

We pulled a few things from the Impala and called John to explain. He was surprised Sam had a girlfriend—a fact Sam probably hadn’t fully considered until now. I was proud of Dean for letting Sam go, especially considering their earlier spat about the case that brought Sam and Sera together.

John’s truck could fit all three of us. It was a tight squeeze, but doable. Spending several hours trapped in a vehicle with my father-in-law—who may or may not be hiding something—didn’t sit well with me. But I didn’t have much of a choice. I was just glad Dean was beside me.

It wasn’t that John was mean. In fact, he was very kind to me. He told stories about Dean as a kid, and it was… nice. Almost normal, if you didn’t consider why we were trapped in that truck together and the actual monsters in the stories. Still, I couldn’t shake the knot in my stomach. I didn’t understand it.

AS WE NEARED CICERO, John called Christian to find out where to meet. We ended up pulling into an old warehouse complex. The hunters were squatting there. It made me grateful Sam and Dean had avoided squatting since meeting me—not that dingy motels were much better.

Inside, four hunters sat around a table. Only one was female—Gwen. Everyone looked tough, which came with the territory. Gwen had dark hair and eyes. The other three men looked similar: one bald, the other two with buzz cuts. They were about our ages, with the bald one closer to John’s.

John introduced us. “This is Gwen and Christian Balan.”

One of the buzz-cut guys stood; he was shorter than the others.

“And this must be Mark and Samuel,” John finished. “I’m John. This is my son, Dean, and his wife, Analina.”

The other two nodded. Christian shook John’s hand. “Thanks for helping us out.”

He gestured for us to sit. “Here’s what we’ve got. At least three djinn are out there—one female, two males. They keep their distance. The female got to Bob at a local bar the other night. He didn’t even realize it was a djinn until he started hallucinating. Last night, Gwen was almost hit in a store. Looks like they’re targeting hunters. The first death we could connect to them happened in the next city over—a semi-retired hunter named George Patterson. Good guy.”

He pointed to the map. “They seem to be hovering around this vicinity.”

“Uh, okay, why are these things after us?” Dean asked. He almost said “you,” but caught himself.

“Well, we did take one out a while back,” Gwen offered. “One of George’s last hunts.”

“After they went after George, we’re pretty sure they’re gunning for one of us next,” Mark added.

“What’s the plan?” Dean asked.

Samuel replied, “Right now, we stock up. Get set.”

“So you’re saying there is no plan,” Dean said flatly.

“We’ll find ’em. Just gotta be patient.”

“Yeah, okay. Oh, here’s an idea—why don’t we go kill the sons of bitches?” Dean retorted.

John stepped in. “Relax, Dean. We’ll handle it.”

Gwen added, “Djinn are hard to draw out. They come when they’re ready to attack. They’re not stupid.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Sure. Tiny suggestion—djinn are easier to draw out when you’ve got bait. They want one of you. They know where you hang out. If you stick your necks out, we can get them.”

They couldn’t argue with that. We sat down and started discussing which area would be best to set up the bait and still be able to attack without attracting public attention. The djinn didn’t seem inclined to come to the warehouse—which would’ve been ideal. I guessed, like Gwen had hinted, they were too smart to walk into a trap.

Samuel volunteered to be the bait. We needed to set things up, but the plan was to trap them near an abandoned part of town. Most businesses were shut down, and there weren’t many people around. A few places were still open on one end of the street, but we hoped to avoid that area.

Everyone would spread out to cover the zone. To appease Dean, I was stationed near his part of the street—about a block away.

Our plan of attack was scheduled for the following evening.

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