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The false memories were gone, and the gaps filled in.
Dean pulled away, scrambling for his shoulder. He touched where the mark should have been; there was nothing there anymore, yet he could feel its phantom heat.
“Cas,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Castiel’s face was apprehensive, but Dean could see the relief in the
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