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“We need help.”

Dean didn't want to have this argument again. Not now. “Noah.”

“A fucking dragon alpha! Vampire, shifters of all varieties, demons, and I don’t even know what else because you won’t let me get close to them. They’re just as powerful as we are. They also have a stake in this. They’re the ones that started us on this path, but they never meant for you to do it alone, Dean!”

“I’m not alone,” he argued.

“I’m a fucking familiar! I’m not meant to be in the middle of a war!”

Dean sighed. He really had been pushing his familiar. Leaning against the tree, Dean shoved the hood of his cape off his head before opening his arms. Noah didn’t waste any timeleaning into him. Dean cuddled his familiar and best friend to his chest. Noah’s arms came around his waist as he squeezed tight.

“I’m sorry,” Dean whispered.

“I want to go home,” Noah said softly.

He did too. “Soon.”

Noah leaned back to peer up at him. “How soon?”

What? He wanted a date? “We—”

“No.” Noah cut him off. “When?”

“A couple more months, maybe?” Dean offered. That should be enough time to track the rest of the coven down or Dean was really in trouble.

“One month,” Noah countered.

Fuck! “Six weeks,” Dean said.

“Six weeks. Not a day longer.”

He now how six weeks to get this wrapped up. Better get started. “Fine.”

Noah stepped back. “So how are we going to handle this?”

“I’ll get the human. Bring him to you. Then set the fire,” Dean replied.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Noah told him.

Dean always listened to Noah’s instincts, but he didn’t know what else to do. He couldn’t leave the human in that house. And the witches were using dark magic. They would put up a fight.Dean needed to catch them unaware. “I’ll be careful. Just…don’t let them get away.”

“I’ll do my best,” Noah vowed.

“I know you will.” Dean pulled his hood back over his head. So far no one had gotten a good look at him before meeting their demise. Just in case someone did get away, Dean wanted to make sure that no one could trace anything back to him that might lead to Logan.

Everything he did was to protect his mate.

Noah huffed. “Let me help you!” He started to snap the buckles in place as Dean pulled up his gloves. Not only did the gloves keep him from leaving fingerprints but the spikes had magical energy as well.

His magic pulsed inside him as he prepared for another battle.

Calm. Powerful.

Dean pulled at the magic from his core before transporting himself into the cellar that hopefully wasn’t where he meant his end. He had a mate to protect. Logan would be vulnerable if anything happened to him. He winked at Noah before vanishing and reappearing inside the cold and damp cellar.

The human jolted as Dean magically materialized. He was smaller than Dean expected. Skinny. Dressed in all black with a mask hanging around his neck. Dean eyed him warily.

“Fuck!” the human spat. “Not another one. Fucking witches! Let me go!”

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