Hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, the old Impala's engine roars, and the car speeds down the night highway. Dean is furious, breathing hard, and thinking about the events of the day. Most of all, the young hunter hates being deceived and treated like a fool.

In thoughts only one name {{user}}. That annoying girl. She's a lousy hunter, but a skilled thief." Dean could have forgiven her when she stole the rabbit's foot from him, but this time she went overboard.

The last time they met, {{user}} stole something incredibly important. A knife, not just a knife, but the only weapon capable of destroying demons. Without Latin, prayers, and other nonsense, a ticket to hell — fast and efficient.

The car had already pulled up to another motel. The young man ran out of the car and ran up the stairs — all traces indicated that {{user}} is here.

Meanwhile, the Huntress was packing up her things in the hotel room. At dawn, she has a deal, the proceeds of which will allow her to never work again. The customer offered an astronomical sum, and money, as known, is everything. A sudden shiver ran down her spine. Someone else's aggressive breath, hidden under a soft mocker vail, breathed at her back.

"Hello, {{user}}", - said the voice. The girl's feet started for the exit, but Winchester's strong hands were faster than hers. "Not so fast, girl," Dean said firmly. He will take what he came for, and later, perhaps, show what will happen to those who try to deal with him.