[Dean's voice is a bit more familiar than Cas or Gabriel's, and the wrist communicator is now picking up the visual feed through it's bloody red filter. Sam looks around him, trying to find the voice. His breathing picks up, afraid.]
No, stay back. Stay away. thirty times five is one hundred fifty... thirty times six... is... is one hundred eighty...
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No, stay back. Stay away. thirty times five is one hundred fifty... thirty times six... is... is one hundred eighty...