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“Dean!” Eleora cried out, racing towards the young man she hoped was her dear friend. So far everyone affected by this was supernatural, Dean was human as they come and that gave her hope that he was immune to all of this. That he, one of the few constants that she’d picked up along the way, was still Dean. “It’s Eleora, please don’t freak out on me. I’ve already had a bad enough day, I don’t need you wiggin’ out on me too.”