Fic: P.S. [Gabriel/Castiel] PG-13
While Dean and Sam were wandering their way through Dr. Sexy M.D…
Castiel felt a tug at his angelic being and he recognized the pull as he flew over the coast of Peru. Dean was distressed. But, every other time, the Winchester had called him. Patiently waiting for the shrill noise, his brow furrowed. Pulling his wings back for a moment, they beat slowly as Castiel dipped a hand into his trenchcoat and pulled out the phone. When there was no tone, no annoying trill.
Slightly concerned, he vanished in the direction of the troublesome brothers, already predicting they’d be caught in a tussle with a lesser demon...
And when he could feel their presences so close, he was violently tugged to his right, landing with a thump in a room he wished he could unsee. Large chested females seemed to swarm towards him, and Castiel’s breath quickened, panicked. Picking himself up hastily, he almost ungracefully tripped over the coat in his backward retreat. Whoever had done this had better be prepared for... what had Dean told him? A “mighty smiting”. Yes. Castiel felt uncomfortable, trapped by those leering eyes and he felt the first inklings of an enveloping, outright panic when he couldn’t fly himself away.
His back hit the wall, hands clenched tightly beside him. He took stock of his position and there! An opening between the exposed masses of human flesh where he could see a clear space. If he could just get there, maybe -
Castiel gathered his will and shot to through the gap, flinching just a little when bare, sticky human flesh touched him. His eyes flashed as he barrelled through them, and yes, he was standing in that open space, with barely enough time to mutter a quick string of enochian to get him away.
The angel stepped out and the sudden noise was a surprise. He looked incredulously at the Winchesters, standing on podiums engaging in what seemed to be some form of... television ‘game show’?
But, when he made to fly them all away, a hard yank pulled him backwards, and it took a moment for him to register that he was no longer with the humans, but in a large cage. Castiel looked up. He moved his arms a little. The chains cuffed to his wrists clinked gently. There was an answering clink around his ankles. Castiel had a growing sense of apprehension when he couldn’t simply tug them free. Whatever this ‘Trickster’ was, it had too much power, even for a demi-god.
Something appeared in his vision, and it was a man, this time. But Castiel still shivered uncomfortably at the lack of clothes all these people seemed to favour. He had olive skin, dark curls down to his neck and moved with a sway that belatedly reminded the angel of that Chastity female. He flinched back as fingers came forward to undo the vessel’s tie. Castiel was feeling increasingly agitated; he was not unfamiliar with the sins of man, the rapists and the sellers of flesh, but he waited, still and compliant for the right time...
Castiel’s shirt was half unbuttoned underneath the opened suit jacket before the man got close enough - the angel pushed his body weight forward and cracked his head forward against the other’s skull, cracking it with enough force to rip the seams of his vessel a little. He had no desire to harm the human, but there was something wrong when he sent out a flare of grace, to blind the man, and there had been no reaction except a slight stiffening of posture before it relaxed again.
“Pretty-boy angel...” the ‘human’ purred. “So innocent, untouched, you know - I know you want this...”
Castiel was out of his depth at the moment, and when the hands traced his pants, he shut his eyes and went through his memories to see if the culprit behind all this was someone he’d known. He heard the whoosh of his belt as the man divested him of it, and Castiel distanced himself within the vessel, just a little. He knew he was missing something, and none of the usual suspects could have enough power to create such real illusions, save Lucifer and the archang -
Suddenly, blue eyes snapped open in recognition. Gabriel! he called out, loud and shrill and clear. The pseudo-man winced once, then burst in a flash of white light.
And then he was stepping into a quite nicely decorated green room, fully dressed again. Dean and Sam looked at him in surprise, and he felt his vocal chords thrumming, warning them, before he was yanked back, again, and the archangel stepped into the room.
There was a sudden wash of pure power that warmed him - Castiel remembered the familiar presence as clearly as if it were never gone for centuries. Honey brown eyes focused on him, crinkling in wry amusement.
“Hi Castiel!”
And then he was pulled sideways.
Castiel was beginning to experience immense displeasure.
Gabriel popped up before him in no time, arms folded with a stony look on his face. Castiel merely stared back at him, assessing his situation. Either way, it wasn’t good, because if he somehow managed to get out of this place - and he only just noticed the pleasant blues and browns of the room, with the large bed as its centrepiece - it would be a difficult task, probably too difficult, to evade Gabriel’s grasp in his own kingdom, snatch the Winchesters and get them to safety. But then again, Castiel was not known for being hampered by beings greater than himself.
“Where am I?”
Gabriel smiled, not exactly nicely. “Doesn’t matter. You can’t get out, bro.” He threw his arms up to gesture at the room. “This is my creation and there’s no way in hell you can get out... unless I let you.”
Castiel didn’t step back when the archangel leeeeeaned in to lock eyes with him. “Gabriel, why are you doing this?”
The older angel chuckled, moving to circle his stationary brother. “Because those two twerps need to learn their place, play out their roles.”
Castiel stiffened. “They will not.”
“Yeah, they will. Our brothers are too strong. Just wait and see.”
Gabriel’s fingers ran through the length of Castiel’s right wing, drawing almost imperceptible shudders. He knew the little angel wouldn’t bother to move because he was clever enough to know Gabriel knew him.The archangel could predict each move, each battle pattern he had, simply because he’d taught them to him.
At least that’s what he thought. Abruptly, Castiel had caught the archangel’s lips in a crushing kiss, and in the split second Gabriel was distracted, he shot backwards and tried to fly. It felt like his wings were leaden and he didn’t budge and inch. Castiel was slightly worried when he saw his brother’s dark expression.
In a flash, Gabriel was behind him and had an arm wrapped around his middle, the other stroking his back between the wings, and a voice spoke into his ear, “That was a dirty trick, bro. Anyone would think you didn’t like me! I’m really hurt, y’know?” Gabriel snaked his arm underneath the jacket, underneath the suit, to draw circles on the vessel’s belly. Castiel flinched, not altogether uncomfortable now, with the steady pulse of grace warm against his back. For a moment, he felt inexplicably safe, but it was quickly shattered by the acknowledgement of who this actually was, and the history behind them.
“What are you doing?” he asked again.
A smile curved the lips lightly kissing his neck. “Just wondering if you missed me, that’s all.”
Castiel’s breath hitched momentarily when he felt Gabriel’s glorious wings slide against his, and the insistent push of the strong, very familiar grace against his was enough for Castiel to grudgingly choke out a soft, “Yes.”
##
“Well first off, you gotta bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Yeah. Or we’re going to dunk you in some holy oil, and deep fry ourselves an archangel.”
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed at Dean, then focussed his gaze on the younger brother, before looking back at the shorter Winchester. Seeing no other way, he mentally cursed at them both in colourful assortment of languages that would put Dean to shame, and slowly raised his hand. Goddamn them both. He wasn’t ready to give Castiel to them again.
At Dean’s warning glance, his eyes hardened as his fingers snapped, and suddenly, Castiel was there. He looked no different than when he popped unwittingly into TV Land, clothes askew in his regular fashion, but Gabriel noticed, with a smug satisfaction, that Heaven’s littlest angel was breathing heavily, human body still heaving from his short tryst.
“Cas! You ok?”
The older Winchester’s concern sparked a jealousy he cringed at acknowledging. His eyes darted suspiciously from Dean to the angel. Castiel wouldn’t... would he?
“I’m fine.” Was the reply, and Gabriel looked away for a beat, somewhat sadly. Castiel was shaken, but he was always different, that one. Always had so much love to give and had such a strong will to withstand obstacles with blazing resistance. Angels were created from love, and it was basic instinct for them to love each other, unconditionally, like families do. But when Michael and Lucifer became goddamn dicks, Castiel was the one that asked questions like, “Do they still love us?” and “What do humans feel when they love each other?” and Gabriel was always, always stunned by the questions he had given up on answering coming from another’s mouth. Never in a millennia had anyone had the guts to ask him anything personal, nonetheless questions that picked at the very fabric of their existence. He had to admire the kid for his nerve. And it was pretty hot.
Gabriel was distantly aware that his voice was saying something sarcastic, probably hurtful to his brother, and he tried to ignore the steely, hardened stare he received in return. Huffing in annoyance, looked away again uneasily, unable to meet the knowing blueblue eyes boring into him. His grace shifted restlessly.
When the humans turned their backs to him, a wary panic washed through him.
Humiliation brought a bitter taste to his mouth as he stood there, trapped in the ring of holy fire, water cooling his skin. The Winchesters turned and left, arrogant, like they thought they’d trumped an archangel. Dicks.
Castiel turned as well, and for a painful split second Gabriel thought the little angel would leave him too. He steeled himself for the rejection, when Castiel’s grace suddenly flared as Gabriel met his gaze. It stretched forward, almost tentatively and when Gabriel didn’t move, it momentarily increased the pathetic stream of water to snuff the flames out quickly, before shutting the flow off. The archangel glanced at his renewed freedom, then back at Castiel.
A long beat.
And then, Gabriel was clutching at the other angel’s hips, bringing him close, before pressing their lips together. Castiel hummed softly, content, into his mouth. Gabriel’s let his wings arch up and curled them around his brother, enveloping them in shadow. Meeting Castiel’s somewhat surprised, but curious gaze, he smirked bitterly, the possessiveness of this beautiful being he had suppressed for hundreds of years rediscovered and unleashed. He froze movement around them, just for a little more time with Castiel.
“Our brothers are never going to stop fighting.” He said, saddened by the truth. Castiel agreed quietly.
They were quiet as Gabriel pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“That older Winchester has it in for you, you know?”
Castiel’s eyes reflected his curiousity. “Dean has what in for me?”
Gabriel tried to not to snicker at his brother’s obliviousness. “Yeah. He’s got it baaaad.”
“I don’t understand.”
He continued without acknowledging the replies. “Well, it’s sorta funny cause, y’know,” and his voice drops to a stage whisper. “You’re kinda betraying him by being here with me.”
Gabriel knew immediately that it was the wrong thing to say when Castiel stiffened and tried to push away. “I would not betray the Winchesters.”
“Hey, hey!” Gabriel whispered, low and urgent. “I’m not saying you would. Just, ack.” His lips pursed. Bringing a hand to stroke soothingly at Castiel’s neck, he tightened the grasp of his wings around them and the younger angel relaxed minutely. Gabriel projected his apologies in a meandering pulse of grace. The answering forgiveness was warm and comfortable against his skin.
“Castiel,” he said, running his hands to touch at the ghostly feathers at the bottom of the warrior-angel’s wings with a tingle of power, “You know that I -” He gestured with a hand, grace humming and glowing bright.
A small smile ghosted across Castiel’s face. “I know, Gabriel.”
Gabriel tried not to show the little spark of glee that had suddenly set off at Castiel’s acknowledgement. He pouted, lightly tickling coat-covered sides. “Y’know, this is the bit where you say you adore me too.”
Castiel looked back at him, head cocked, suddenly confused. “But you already know I love you, Gabriel.”
Suddenly darkly smug, he pressed another kiss to the lovely angel’s lips and brought his wings back. As greedily as Castiel could ever be, the younger angel tried to press himself into his brother again. Gabriel shook his head and snapped his fingers again, letting time rearrange itself.
“The Winchesters are waiting. Humans call, kiddo.”
He laughed at the glare levelled at him for the comment, and with a final brush of his knuckles against those wings, he stepped back and watched Castiel open the door, step out and close it behind him.
##
Castiel was sitting in the back seat of the Impala when a voice sounded in his head. Castiel, and it was Gabriel.
Gabriel? What’s wrong?
Nothing.
A slightly awkward beat.
What is it you want?
Aww, now come on, bro. Can’t I just talk to you without another agenda?
No.
Castiel could feel Gabriel’s light laughter through the link.
Just wanted to know if I’d see you again soon, or if it’d be another six hundred years.
I’m not going anywhere, Gabriel, until this is all over.
Well then. A wash of love washed over Castiel from the archangel and he hummed contentedly, unaware of the strange looks he was receiving from the Winchesters in the front. Guess I’ll surprise you.
And with that, Gabriel was gone.
Castiel met Sam’s gaze. “Dude, are you alright?” the younger brother said, trying to maintain a manly distance of concern.
Dean’s voice chorused in. “Yeah, didn’t get date rape drugged up by the creepy archangel did you?”
“Yes. I’m fine.”
Castiel was more than fine as he stared out the window at the glory of his Father’s creation rolling past, grace still tingling from Gabriel’s ‘P.S.’ comment; My place is by your side, bro. I’ll see you soon.
##
Castiel felt a tug at his angelic being and he recognized the pull as he flew over the coast of Peru. Dean was distressed. But, every other time, the Winchester had called him. Patiently waiting for the shrill noise, his brow furrowed. Pulling his wings back for a moment, they beat slowly as Castiel dipped a hand into his trenchcoat and pulled out the phone. When there was no tone, no annoying trill.
Slightly concerned, he vanished in the direction of the troublesome brothers, already predicting they’d be caught in a tussle with a lesser demon...
And when he could feel their presences so close, he was violently tugged to his right, landing with a thump in a room he wished he could unsee. Large chested females seemed to swarm towards him, and Castiel’s breath quickened, panicked. Picking himself up hastily, he almost ungracefully tripped over the coat in his backward retreat. Whoever had done this had better be prepared for... what had Dean told him? A “mighty smiting”. Yes. Castiel felt uncomfortable, trapped by those leering eyes and he felt the first inklings of an enveloping, outright panic when he couldn’t fly himself away.
His back hit the wall, hands clenched tightly beside him. He took stock of his position and there! An opening between the exposed masses of human flesh where he could see a clear space. If he could just get there, maybe -
Castiel gathered his will and shot to through the gap, flinching just a little when bare, sticky human flesh touched him. His eyes flashed as he barrelled through them, and yes, he was standing in that open space, with barely enough time to mutter a quick string of enochian to get him away.
The angel stepped out and the sudden noise was a surprise. He looked incredulously at the Winchesters, standing on podiums engaging in what seemed to be some form of... television ‘game show’?
But, when he made to fly them all away, a hard yank pulled him backwards, and it took a moment for him to register that he was no longer with the humans, but in a large cage. Castiel looked up. He moved his arms a little. The chains cuffed to his wrists clinked gently. There was an answering clink around his ankles. Castiel had a growing sense of apprehension when he couldn’t simply tug them free. Whatever this ‘Trickster’ was, it had too much power, even for a demi-god.
Something appeared in his vision, and it was a man, this time. But Castiel still shivered uncomfortably at the lack of clothes all these people seemed to favour. He had olive skin, dark curls down to his neck and moved with a sway that belatedly reminded the angel of that Chastity female. He flinched back as fingers came forward to undo the vessel’s tie. Castiel was feeling increasingly agitated; he was not unfamiliar with the sins of man, the rapists and the sellers of flesh, but he waited, still and compliant for the right time...
Castiel’s shirt was half unbuttoned underneath the opened suit jacket before the man got close enough - the angel pushed his body weight forward and cracked his head forward against the other’s skull, cracking it with enough force to rip the seams of his vessel a little. He had no desire to harm the human, but there was something wrong when he sent out a flare of grace, to blind the man, and there had been no reaction except a slight stiffening of posture before it relaxed again.
“Pretty-boy angel...” the ‘human’ purred. “So innocent, untouched, you know - I know you want this...”
Castiel was out of his depth at the moment, and when the hands traced his pants, he shut his eyes and went through his memories to see if the culprit behind all this was someone he’d known. He heard the whoosh of his belt as the man divested him of it, and Castiel distanced himself within the vessel, just a little. He knew he was missing something, and none of the usual suspects could have enough power to create such real illusions, save Lucifer and the archang -
Suddenly, blue eyes snapped open in recognition. Gabriel! he called out, loud and shrill and clear. The pseudo-man winced once, then burst in a flash of white light.
And then he was stepping into a quite nicely decorated green room, fully dressed again. Dean and Sam looked at him in surprise, and he felt his vocal chords thrumming, warning them, before he was yanked back, again, and the archangel stepped into the room.
There was a sudden wash of pure power that warmed him - Castiel remembered the familiar presence as clearly as if it were never gone for centuries. Honey brown eyes focused on him, crinkling in wry amusement.
“Hi Castiel!”
And then he was pulled sideways.
Castiel was beginning to experience immense displeasure.
Gabriel popped up before him in no time, arms folded with a stony look on his face. Castiel merely stared back at him, assessing his situation. Either way, it wasn’t good, because if he somehow managed to get out of this place - and he only just noticed the pleasant blues and browns of the room, with the large bed as its centrepiece - it would be a difficult task, probably too difficult, to evade Gabriel’s grasp in his own kingdom, snatch the Winchesters and get them to safety. But then again, Castiel was not known for being hampered by beings greater than himself.
“Where am I?”
Gabriel smiled, not exactly nicely. “Doesn’t matter. You can’t get out, bro.” He threw his arms up to gesture at the room. “This is my creation and there’s no way in hell you can get out... unless I let you.”
Castiel didn’t step back when the archangel leeeeeaned in to lock eyes with him. “Gabriel, why are you doing this?”
The older angel chuckled, moving to circle his stationary brother. “Because those two twerps need to learn their place, play out their roles.”
Castiel stiffened. “They will not.”
“Yeah, they will. Our brothers are too strong. Just wait and see.”
Gabriel’s fingers ran through the length of Castiel’s right wing, drawing almost imperceptible shudders. He knew the little angel wouldn’t bother to move because he was clever enough to know Gabriel knew him.The archangel could predict each move, each battle pattern he had, simply because he’d taught them to him.
At least that’s what he thought. Abruptly, Castiel had caught the archangel’s lips in a crushing kiss, and in the split second Gabriel was distracted, he shot backwards and tried to fly. It felt like his wings were leaden and he didn’t budge and inch. Castiel was slightly worried when he saw his brother’s dark expression.
In a flash, Gabriel was behind him and had an arm wrapped around his middle, the other stroking his back between the wings, and a voice spoke into his ear, “That was a dirty trick, bro. Anyone would think you didn’t like me! I’m really hurt, y’know?” Gabriel snaked his arm underneath the jacket, underneath the suit, to draw circles on the vessel’s belly. Castiel flinched, not altogether uncomfortable now, with the steady pulse of grace warm against his back. For a moment, he felt inexplicably safe, but it was quickly shattered by the acknowledgement of who this actually was, and the history behind them.
“What are you doing?” he asked again.
A smile curved the lips lightly kissing his neck. “Just wondering if you missed me, that’s all.”
Castiel’s breath hitched momentarily when he felt Gabriel’s glorious wings slide against his, and the insistent push of the strong, very familiar grace against his was enough for Castiel to grudgingly choke out a soft, “Yes.”
##
“Well first off, you gotta bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Yeah. Or we’re going to dunk you in some holy oil, and deep fry ourselves an archangel.”
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed at Dean, then focussed his gaze on the younger brother, before looking back at the shorter Winchester. Seeing no other way, he mentally cursed at them both in colourful assortment of languages that would put Dean to shame, and slowly raised his hand. Goddamn them both. He wasn’t ready to give Castiel to them again.
At Dean’s warning glance, his eyes hardened as his fingers snapped, and suddenly, Castiel was there. He looked no different than when he popped unwittingly into TV Land, clothes askew in his regular fashion, but Gabriel noticed, with a smug satisfaction, that Heaven’s littlest angel was breathing heavily, human body still heaving from his short tryst.
“Cas! You ok?”
The older Winchester’s concern sparked a jealousy he cringed at acknowledging. His eyes darted suspiciously from Dean to the angel. Castiel wouldn’t... would he?
“I’m fine.” Was the reply, and Gabriel looked away for a beat, somewhat sadly. Castiel was shaken, but he was always different, that one. Always had so much love to give and had such a strong will to withstand obstacles with blazing resistance. Angels were created from love, and it was basic instinct for them to love each other, unconditionally, like families do. But when Michael and Lucifer became goddamn dicks, Castiel was the one that asked questions like, “Do they still love us?” and “What do humans feel when they love each other?” and Gabriel was always, always stunned by the questions he had given up on answering coming from another’s mouth. Never in a millennia had anyone had the guts to ask him anything personal, nonetheless questions that picked at the very fabric of their existence. He had to admire the kid for his nerve. And it was pretty hot.
Gabriel was distantly aware that his voice was saying something sarcastic, probably hurtful to his brother, and he tried to ignore the steely, hardened stare he received in return. Huffing in annoyance, looked away again uneasily, unable to meet the knowing blueblue eyes boring into him. His grace shifted restlessly.
When the humans turned their backs to him, a wary panic washed through him.
Humiliation brought a bitter taste to his mouth as he stood there, trapped in the ring of holy fire, water cooling his skin. The Winchesters turned and left, arrogant, like they thought they’d trumped an archangel. Dicks.
Castiel turned as well, and for a painful split second Gabriel thought the little angel would leave him too. He steeled himself for the rejection, when Castiel’s grace suddenly flared as Gabriel met his gaze. It stretched forward, almost tentatively and when Gabriel didn’t move, it momentarily increased the pathetic stream of water to snuff the flames out quickly, before shutting the flow off. The archangel glanced at his renewed freedom, then back at Castiel.
A long beat.
And then, Gabriel was clutching at the other angel’s hips, bringing him close, before pressing their lips together. Castiel hummed softly, content, into his mouth. Gabriel’s let his wings arch up and curled them around his brother, enveloping them in shadow. Meeting Castiel’s somewhat surprised, but curious gaze, he smirked bitterly, the possessiveness of this beautiful being he had suppressed for hundreds of years rediscovered and unleashed. He froze movement around them, just for a little more time with Castiel.
“Our brothers are never going to stop fighting.” He said, saddened by the truth. Castiel agreed quietly.
They were quiet as Gabriel pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“That older Winchester has it in for you, you know?”
Castiel’s eyes reflected his curiousity. “Dean has what in for me?”
Gabriel tried to not to snicker at his brother’s obliviousness. “Yeah. He’s got it baaaad.”
“I don’t understand.”
He continued without acknowledging the replies. “Well, it’s sorta funny cause, y’know,” and his voice drops to a stage whisper. “You’re kinda betraying him by being here with me.”
Gabriel knew immediately that it was the wrong thing to say when Castiel stiffened and tried to push away. “I would not betray the Winchesters.”
“Hey, hey!” Gabriel whispered, low and urgent. “I’m not saying you would. Just, ack.” His lips pursed. Bringing a hand to stroke soothingly at Castiel’s neck, he tightened the grasp of his wings around them and the younger angel relaxed minutely. Gabriel projected his apologies in a meandering pulse of grace. The answering forgiveness was warm and comfortable against his skin.
“Castiel,” he said, running his hands to touch at the ghostly feathers at the bottom of the warrior-angel’s wings with a tingle of power, “You know that I -” He gestured with a hand, grace humming and glowing bright.
A small smile ghosted across Castiel’s face. “I know, Gabriel.”
Gabriel tried not to show the little spark of glee that had suddenly set off at Castiel’s acknowledgement. He pouted, lightly tickling coat-covered sides. “Y’know, this is the bit where you say you adore me too.”
Castiel looked back at him, head cocked, suddenly confused. “But you already know I love you, Gabriel.”
Suddenly darkly smug, he pressed another kiss to the lovely angel’s lips and brought his wings back. As greedily as Castiel could ever be, the younger angel tried to press himself into his brother again. Gabriel shook his head and snapped his fingers again, letting time rearrange itself.
“The Winchesters are waiting. Humans call, kiddo.”
He laughed at the glare levelled at him for the comment, and with a final brush of his knuckles against those wings, he stepped back and watched Castiel open the door, step out and close it behind him.
##
Castiel was sitting in the back seat of the Impala when a voice sounded in his head. Castiel, and it was Gabriel.
Gabriel? What’s wrong?
Nothing.
A slightly awkward beat.
What is it you want?
Aww, now come on, bro. Can’t I just talk to you without another agenda?
No.
Castiel could feel Gabriel’s light laughter through the link.
Just wanted to know if I’d see you again soon, or if it’d be another six hundred years.
I’m not going anywhere, Gabriel, until this is all over.
Well then. A wash of love washed over Castiel from the archangel and he hummed contentedly, unaware of the strange looks he was receiving from the Winchesters in the front. Guess I’ll surprise you.
And with that, Gabriel was gone.
Castiel met Sam’s gaze. “Dude, are you alright?” the younger brother said, trying to maintain a manly distance of concern.
Dean’s voice chorused in. “Yeah, didn’t get date rape drugged up by the creepy archangel did you?”
“Yes. I’m fine.”
Castiel was more than fine as he stared out the window at the glory of his Father’s creation rolling past, grace still tingling from Gabriel’s ‘P.S.’ comment; My place is by your side, bro. I’ll see you soon.
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