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The toaster popped up, startling Sam. A single slice. Would he ever get used to that?

Miracle whined at his feet, and Sam dumped some kibble into the empty food dish.

“Just us for breakfast,” he murmured into the ever-present silence. “Again.”

As Sam reached toward the coffee machine, it began beeping erratically. He hesitated. Kevin had once used the machine to pierce the veil and talk to them.

Foolish hope lifted Sam’s heart. “Dean?” he whispered.

But the machine merely spat out a stream of coffee, then clunked into inactivity.

He got the message. He couldn’t stay here anymore.