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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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"Stop that," Adelaide growled. "It's not a vigil. We've seen worse." She looked up at John. "We have.He stared hollow-eyed past her. "Can't remember the last Winchester died in a hospital." He held the words close like a talisman, to ward off the sight of his boy, of Dean and Imogen both stretched out so still on that flimsy metal bed ( ... )
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