"Hmm... what a hassle... I couldn't have let you two have this talk at all. Now, different paths opened up to the future that we don't want," Claire, Dean, and Arthur heard someone saying.
Once they heard that soft, yet severe voice, a chill ran down their spines and they felt so much pressure on their shoulders that they wanted to kneel on the ground.
'W-What's this? Who is there?' Dean thought, gritting his teeth and bringing his hand to his waist. He did that by instinct, just to find out that there was nothing on his waist.
'Damn it...' he clenched his hand into a fist, feeling frustrated by his impotence.
