"You sure this is all you need?" Adam asked Dean as he glanced at the abandoned building.
"Yeah… Lenox told me I can go in. That should be it. Once I'm done, we can leave," Dean said.
Dean checked his phone—9:30 PM. Still nearly two hours before the moon reached its peak at 11:21, the absolute crest of the Blood Moon. The pulse in his neck quickened. This was it.
"Adam," he said, eyes flicking toward the alley mouth, "I'm heading in. You stay out here. If anyone approaches…"
Adam nodded without hesitation. "Silence them. Got it."
Dean's gaze lingered for a beat. "And by silence, I mean knock them down. No noise. No screaming. No witnesses."
"Understood," Adam said with a grin. He leaned back against the graffiti-stained wall, his knuckles already flexing with anticipation.
