The first safe crossing to the new estate was supposed to be controlled.

That was what Castiel said.

That was what Dean said.

That was what Dean John’s lawyers had called it in three separate documents Sam Ross absolutely did not let anyone else read, because apparently “controlled interdimensional family relocation trial” sounded better on paper than we are opening a portal in a half-finished mansion courtyard to bring home our daughter and probably ruin the laws of reality again.

It was supposed to be controlled.

Instead, by nine in the morning, there were two hunters, one angel, one shadowhunter, eight deeply overinvested employees, two overpacked medical bags, three emergency snack baskets, and enough emotional instability in the new estate’s front drive to register as weather.

The new house stood behind them in all its ridiculous, unapologetic glory.

Dean had seen it only from the outside so far.

That alone had nearly offended him into cardiac arrest.

“It’s too big,” he said for the seventh time, standing in the broad stone circle of the front drive and staring up at the house like it had personally challenged his manhood.

“It has fifteen bedrooms,” Nina said faintly, clutching her own coffee like she needed legal grounding. “Fifteen. Bedrooms.”

Marco stood beside her, hands on his hips, looking at the sweep of front steps, the long front lawn, the west wing, the east wing, the rear rise of grounds visible past the roofline, and the columns tall enough to create their own ego.

“This is not a house,” he said. “This is a declaration of war.”

Eli looked toward the back acreage where the training field stretched beyond trimmed hedges and new stone markers. “There’s enough room back there to lose three trucks and a moral compass.”

“There’s a pool house,” Jenna whispered, still not over that detail.

“There’s a whole actual pool,” Tasha snapped. “Why does a family with this many issues need a pool?”

“Why does a family with this many issues need fifteen bedrooms?” Luis shot back.

“Children,” Dean muttered darkly.

That shut everybody up for exactly half a second.

Then Nina turned toward him.