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I was having the most effed up, Freudian dreams last night. Any time you find yourself wrapped in black cloth by a bunch of people who have kidnapped you to take part in a sacred marriage, but you escape, only to find yourself in your childhood home as it was before all the renovations... man, it was effed up
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"Something's wrong," Imogen whispered as Sam shambled into the bathroom.
Dean didn't look at her. "He's been missing for a week, of course something's wrong."
"No, Dean, something's wrong," she insisted through clenched teeth. "Something's wrong with Vera ( ... )
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