The thing about having one's apartment broken into was, the housebreakers didn't usually lock the door again behind themselves, so the flare of warning Ruby sent up as Rebecca crossed the threshold came a few seconds too late.
The first real sign of intrusion was the one that stopped them short, a sick feeling twisting in Rebecca's gut as the door clicking shut behind them, sounding louder in the darkness than it should have.
Three guesses, and the first two don't count, the demon muttered in the back of the flight attendant's mind as she stood there like a fish in a barrel--hoping it was anybody but Azazel. "Dean?"