"But we burned her bones," Dean said.
"Maybe she’s sticking around some other way. Unfinished business or something," Sam said with a shrug; his eyes were sad, faraway.
"Well, we were here first. We called dibs," Harry said but Dean slammed his fist on the table, rattling the silverware.
"You don’t call dibs on something like this, you asshat. Y/N was our friend. We’re taking care of this. You’re not going anywhere near this case, you hear me? I have no problem taking either one of you out."