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The door opened and your brothers walked in, “how’d it go?” you asked placing your now locked phone on the bedside table. Sam and Dean took off their jackets, Sam was sat at a small table with his laptop open and Dean was sat on the bed next to you “well, you were right. It’s definitely a ghost attacking these victims” Sam said, you did a small fist bump which caused them to smile at you, “luckily the person wasn’t cremated. Her remains are still in her grave, we’re gonna grab some food and head over” he explained further. You nodded your head and scooted to the edge of the bed “does this seem like a safe enough hunt for me to partake in?or...” you asked. Dean shot you a look,  

“kiddo, you know you have to rest up that ankle. I’m fine with you coming with us and helping out with the research but you gotta take care of yourself” you let out a groan and flopped onto your back, “fine” you grumbled. You had injured your ankle two weeks ago during a Wendigo hunt, it wasn’t broken, just badly sprained but that didn’t stop your brothers from overreacting. Dean stood up and hovered over you, “you hungry?” he asked, you nodded your head and sat up “you left me for three hours with no food in the motel room and no money. Of course I’m hungry, you idiot” you glared, he put the palm of his hand on your head and pushed you so you fell back onto the bed, you let out a laugh and kicked his leg, “can we go to that diner we drove past on the way here?” you asked, Dean nodded his head and turned to Sam who was typing away on his laptop, “Sammy, you coming?” he asked, Sam nodded his head and shut down his laptop. Your brothers left the motel room before you but quickly jumped when you pushed your way between them and ran towards the Impala, “I call shotgun!” you yelled at Sam whose eyes widened as he chased after you, Dean rolled his eyes but had a fond smile on his face as he watched the two of you fight over the front seat. Eventually Sam picked you up and moved you away causing you to flip him off.

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The car stopped outside of the diner, you jumped out and walked in-between your brothers. “I’ve never been this excited to eat in my entire life” you muttered under your breath. Dean swung an arm over your shoulders “we are so related” he said causing you to let out a snort of laughter.  

You stepped into the diner followed by your brothers you inhaled the smell of freshly baked food, Sam motioned to an empty booth near the back, you walked over, Dean slid in next to the window and you sat next to him, Sam sat opposite the both of you. You leant over Dean slightly and grabbed a menu, you opened it and began looking through your options.  

You heard footsteps skip over to where you were sat, “Hi, I’m Sophie and I’ll be serving you today, can I get you anything?” you looked up and felt your heart stop beating, your eyes widened slightly so you quickly adverted them back to the menu. You felt Dean elbow you in the side causing you to glare and hit him back “you having anything?” he asked, you nodded your head and glanced back at the waitress “yeah, I uh, could I have a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a water... please” you stuttered out with an awkward smile, you cleared your throat and handed her your menu, she took it out of your hands “awesome, be back soon!” She walked away, you followed subtly with your eyes, you quickly snapped out of it and shook your head. You look at your brothers who were smirking at you “what?” you asked somewhat defensively “you got a little flustered there, huh?” Dean asked, you narrowed your eyes at him and shook your head “no, I just think I’ve seen her somewhere before, that’s all” you swallowed nervously, luckily, they left it alone.

You were talking about the case when the waitress came back with your drinks, “I’ll bring your food out in a sec” she said with a smile, you let out a deep breath and took a sip of your water, you had said one sentence to this girl and you were already smitten and flustered, you put your water back on the table “how long do you think it’ll take to salt and burn the bones? I don’t really wanna be in that motel room on my own for hours. That place is creepy” you muttered at the end whilst taking another sip of water, “hopefully not too long, it’s a pretty cut and dry case” Sam explained, you nodded your head and let out a small yawn, “did you even sleep last night?” Dean asked, you shrugged your shoulders, your brothers knew that shrugging your shoulders was another way of you saying “no”.  

Sam sent you a look of disapproval, “you need to sleep, Y/n. We don’t want you getting hurt on a hunt because you become sleepy” you looked at him and rolled your eyes, you went to speak but was interrupted by the waitress coming back over with your food “here you go! One chicken salad, and two bacon cheeseburgers with fries” she handed Dean’s over and then yours, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when you felt a piece of paper on the bottom of the plate. When Sam and Dean weren’t looking you pulled out the paper,  

hey, I don’t usually do this but I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?  

Here’s my number, let me know!

-Sophie.

You sucked in a breath a smiled a little, you quickly tucked the piece of paper in your jacket pocket and grabbed the salt and tomato ketchup, “so what’s the plan of action?” you asked whilst sprinkling salt over your fries, Sam grabbed it out of your hand and frowned “stop using so much, it’s not good for you” you and Dean shared a look before shaking your heads, “and we’re gonna drop you off back at the motel and then drive over to the cemetery” you nodded your head and grinned, it gives you a perfect opportunity to meet with Sophie.

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Your brothers had just left to finish the hunt, you had been pacing the motel room for a solid ten minutes. You collapsed onto your bed with a sigh and unlocked your phone. The cemetery was about a half hour drive away, it’d take another half hour the dig up the grave, if not more and another half hour drive back. You had around an hour and a half, two hours at the most.  

You typed Sophie’s number into your phone and started typing out a text,  

Hey, it’s the girl from the diner. I’m free tonight if you wanted to hang out? My brothers are out for a few hours and I'm getting a bit bored. My name’s Y/n by the way!

You threw your phone down on the bed and let out a sigh, ‘the text sounded so stupid’ you thought, you walked over to the sink and went to turn on the tap to get some water when you phone binged, you ran and dived on the bed. You opened the message and grinned.

Hey! I didn’t actually think you’d text, but I’d love to hang out. I’ve got about an hour left on my shift here if you’d like to keep me company, it’s been a real quiet night. Also, I like your name, it’s cute x

You let out a small laugh and buried your face in the blanket. You’d never been this flustered over a girl before. Granted this was the first time you’d actually tried to flirt with a girl. You shot her a text back.

I’d love that. The place we’re staying at is 10 mins away. I’ll see you soon? X

You clicked send and went to put your phone down before you quickly typed out another one.

Also, your name is cute too x

You let out a smile and grabbed your jacket, you wrote out a quick note and placed it on the table,

Got a bit hungry so I’ve headed back to the diner. Call when you’re back – Y/n x

You slipped your jacket on, pocketed your phone and some of the money Sam had left for you and walked out of the door.

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You were slightly freezing when you entered the diner, it was a cold night and you were fairly certain your hands had turned blue. You cupped your hands over your mouth and breathed hot air into them. You looked around and spotted an empty booth near the back tucked away in the corner, you walked over and sat down. You shrugged your jacket off your shoulders and rested your arms on the table. Letting out a sigh you pulled out your phone and checked the time, you had maybe an hour and a half before your brothers came back, you were snapped out of your thoughts when somebody placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of you.  

You looked up and smiled, you tucked your phone away and grabbed the hot chocolate. ”Hey” you breathed, she sat down across from you with a small smile on her face, she had deep dimples on both sides of her mouth, her emerald green hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail and the apron she was wearing had coffee stains over it. “Hi” she giggled, “how’re you?” she asked, you nodded your head “I’m good, thanks for the hot chocolate. It’s freezing out” she nodded and smiled “it’s fine, your lips were practically blue. I didn’t want you to stay freezing” she looked down for a quick second and looked back up at you “so, I’m guessing you aren’t from around here?” she asked, you let out a small laugh and shook your head. You took a quick sip of hot chocolate, “no, me and my brothers are from Lebanon. We travel a lot though for... work” you furrowed a brow whilst you tried to explain the complexity of your situation, “hunters, right?” she asked.  

Your eyes widened which made her laugh, “I mean c’mon. You guys roll into town days after a mysterious murder? Plus this a small town, one of our regulars came in and told me about how some guy knocked on his door claiming to be FBI but then started asking him about cold spots and flashing lights” you let out a small breath and started laughing. You looked up at her and tilted your head “how did you find out about the things that go bump in the night?” you asked, she sighed “my dad use to hunt a lot. One night he went out to hunt a vamp nest but he didn’t come back... we don’t know if they turned him or killed him” her voice was quiet and her eyes were downcast, you reached over and grabbed her hand “I’m sorry that happened to you, I know what it’s like to loose somebody you care about... it’s not great” you sympathised, she slowly laced your fingers together and smiled softly “yeah, I guess it helps talking about it... my mom acts like it didn’t happen, she’s in denial about the whole thing so talking to her is pretty useless” she explained, you gave her hand a gentle squeeze which caused her to look up at you “you can talk to me” you offered, she smiled and nodded her head.  

It had been about half an hour since you arrived, you had talked a lot about hunting, she had asked you about what it was like living with your brothers, you asked her about school. She was a little jealous about the fact that you didn’t have to go.

“I swear Sam is so overbearing with school stuff. The second we found the bunker he started researching schools in the area” you laughed whilst eating a fry, “we came to a compromise that he would just home school me instead, I thought it’d be awful but it isn’t too bad” she let out a laugh, “what did Dean think about it all?” Sophie asked with a fond grin on her face, you shrugged your shoulders “he didn’t really care... I mean don’t get me wrong, he did try to talk me into going to school a couple times but when he realised I wasn’t budging he gave up, left it all to Sam” you smiled, it’s rare you get to recounter the good memories you shared with your older siblings, it was nice being able to talk about them this way.

Sophie looked at you for a few seconds and you stared back, “are you out yet?” she asked, you froze slightly but managed to shake your head, “I’ve been debating it... I know they wouldn’t care, they’d be happy for me either way but I’m still just so scared, y’know? I mean, even I’m still battling with myself about the whole thing... I just don’t think I’m quite ready, I’m almost there. It’s just going to take a little more time, I think...” you trailed off, it was her turn to grab your hand this time, “whatever you decide to do, I’m here for you. You don’t have to rush this, take your time” she said rubbing her thumb across the skin of your hand. You smiled softly and clasped her hand in yours, “thank you, it means a lot” she smiled and brought your hand up to her mouth and gently placed a kiss on your knuckles, “anytime”.

Your little moment was interrupted by your phone ringing, you sighed and answered it,

“Hey, Dean.... I’m at the diner, got a bit hungry but I left a note...” you rolled your eyes, “I didn’t call or text because I didn’t want disrupt you guys” Sophie stifled a laugh, you grinned at her “nah it’s fine, I’ll walk back, kay see ya!” you hung up the phone and huffed out a breath which causes Sophie to let out a laugh “never have older brothers, they suck” you rolled your eyes, she smiled and nodded “duly noted” she checked the time whilst you looked around the empty diner “wanna help me close up?” you nodded your head and stood up, you helped her collect the dishes and clean them, it was quiet but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. It felt right.

You were drying and putting the dishes away whilst she cleaned them, “hey, Y/n” you turned and was met with soap suds to the face, your lips quirked at the sound of her giggling, “I’m glad you found that funny” you said whilst wiping them off your face, you grabbed a handful and covered her head with it, you were both laughing, you handed her the towel as she dried off her head whilst you wiped your face with the other one, you placed your towel on the counter and looked at her “you uh.. You missed a bit” you said pointing, she tilted her head to the side, “let me just-” you gently took the towel out of her hand and patted the part of her head that was still damp with soap suds, you cleared your throat as you put the towel back down, you turned your back and finished drying the rest of the dishes, you grabbed for a cup when you felt her grab your hand, you looked at her to find her already staring at you. You smiled softly, “hey” you whispered, she laughed “hey” she stepped closer and you could feel your heart jump into your throat.  

You looked down as she intertwined her fingers with yours, you smiled softly and gave her hand a small squeeze. With a slow exhale you looked up to find that she was pretty much toe to toe with you. She reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, she went to speak when a knock on the diner door sounded, you stepped away and looked over to the door, you had let out a groan of annoyance when you saw your oldest brother stood there, Sophie shot you and amused grin when she walked over and unlocked it allowing him to enter.  

You stepped out of the kitchen, “Dean, I told you I was going to walk back” you said, he shrugged his shoulders, “it was getting late, plus I don’t think you’d wanna walk back in that” he gestured outside, you pulled a face at the sight of the pouring rain.  

Dean turned to Sophie, “you need a ride home?” he asked, she shook her head but grinned over at you “nah, I'm good. I’ve got a car” she pointed towards the red Jaguar. Dean nodded in approval “is that the 1994 XJS model?” he asked, his interest suddenly peaked, Sophie nodded her head. You looked at Dean, “so, are we heading back or?” you asked, he snapped out of whatever trance he was in “sure, grab your stuff, I’ll go wait in the car” he walked out and jogged towards the impala.  

You turned back to Sophie, “I’m sorry for him. He sees a nice car and turns... weird...” you trailed off as you slipped your jacket on, she shook her head “it’s fine... so this is goodbye, huh?” she said, your turned towards her with a small frown on your face and shook your head “no, absolutely not. I’d love to see you again... I’m about an hour out, so it’s not too far” you shrugged, she smiled and nodded “I’d love to see you again too... we’ll have to plan something” you nodded, it was silent for a while “what were you going to say? Before Dean interrupted...” you asked, she stepped forward “I was just wondering if I could kiss you...” she trailed off looking down at the floor, you smiled softly and stepped closer to her, you were eventually toe to toe again, she looked up at you “okay” you spoke softly.  

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You ran towards the Impala, the rain was coming down a lot heavier. You opened the passenger door and sat down, you closed the door and turned your hands towards the heaters “I hate the rain” you grumbled. Dean chucked and slowly drove out of the parking lot.  

It was silent for the majority of the car ride, that was until Dean spoke up. “I uh... I wasn’t interrupting anything back there, was I?” he asked, you froze and turned to him. You quickly shook your head, “no, I was helping her clean up and got soap on my face, there was still some in my hair so she was getting rid of it” you spoke, you hated lying to your brother but it was easier than the truth, “you sure?” he asked, you nodded your head, “okay” he spoke.

You jumped out of the impala and into the apartment, throwing your jacket and phone onto the bed, “hey, Sammy. Gotta pee” he laughed when you raced past him into the bathroom, Dean walked in after you and shook his head, “dude, what took so long?” Sam asked, Dean shrugged off his jacket and sat on the bed “I was waiting for Y/n, she made friends with that waitress from earlier” Dean explained, Sam furrowed his brows at his brother, a sign he knew there was more. Dean let out a sigh “I think I may have interrupted something... I don’t know, when I asked her about it, she lied. Do you think she’s hiding something?” Dean asked, Sam pondered for a moment “possibly, but we shouldn’t grill her about it. She'll tell us eventually” Sam said, hoping his idiot of an older brother would listen.

Dean sighed, he was about to talk when your phone interrupted him, you had a text. Dean looked down at your phone and then over to Sam whose head was wrapped up in research. He subtly grabbed your phone and flipped it over so that the screen was facing him.

Hey, I had a lot of fun tonight. It was great meeting you... I guess we could count this as our first official date? I hope we can see each other again... soon...  

-Sophie x

Dean’s eyes widened, “I knew it” he muttered causing Sam to look up from his computer in confusion, “I knew I was interrupting something, read this” he said standing up, he passed the phone over to Sam who read the text out loud, Sam raised his eyebrows.  

You opened the door, “what’re you looked at?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed when Sam hid whatever was in his hand by his leg, “what’s that?” you asked. Your two brothers looked at each other, silently communicating, “no... no you are not doing this weird telepathy thing. What is it, what’re you hiding? We said no more secrets, remember?” you explained getting frustrated. The boys looked at each other, Sam let out a sigh and held out your phone.  

You furrowed your eyebrows and snatched it away from him, “why were you looking at my phone?” you asked defensively, you saw that you’d had a text from Sophie, you read it and froze. You felt tears rush to your eyes and you started shaking, “you read my text?” you asked not looking at either of them.  

The silence was deafening, “why the hell would you do that? Haven’t you ever heard of privacy? God, I can’t believe you did this!” you yelled, you walked towards the door but was stopped in your tracks by Dean grabbing your arm. You yanked it out of his grip and glared at him, “what?” you spat causing his gaze to harden, “hey, you don’t get to run out. We need to talk about this” you rolled your eyes, “talk about what? You already know what it is, you invaded my privacy!” tears filled your eyes, “you had no right to do that. You had no right to look through my phone, either of you!” you walked over to the bed and sat down, “I wasn’t even ready to tell you guys... Every time I’ve thought about telling you I’d just choke up. It was like the words were in my mouth, but I just couldn’t say them” you explained with tears rolling down your face, “I mean, I’ve felt so isolated and alone because I couldn’t talk to anybody about it, it feels like a weight on your shoulders and it’s so exhausting, carrying it is so exhausting” you whimpered, you didn’t notice that your brothers were now sat on either side of you with tears in their eyes, “hiding this, it’s been so difficult... there’s always been a part of me that hates the fact that I like girls. It absolutely despises it. Which sucks because I can’t change who I am and I don’t want to change who I am... I don’t know what to do” you finished, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth.

Dean grabbed your hand, “I’m proud of you... I can’t begin to imagine how you’re feeling... I’m sorry I invaded your privacy” he paused and looked at Sam, “we both are, but you don’t have to go through this on your own. We’ve got your back, kiddo” he said whilst brushing away your tears with his thumb, “Dean’s right, Y/n. Sure we don’t know how this feels but we can try our best to understand” he knelt down in front of you, “but you’ve gotta talk to us. We can’t help if you keep things bottled up.” he picked up your phone and held it out in front of you, “I think the best place to start would be to text that girl... she clearly cares about you. You can’t be scared forever, sweetheart” you took the phone out of Sam’s hand and sighed, you placed it beside you.  

You rested your head on Dean’s shoulder and grabbed Sam’s hands in yours, “I love you both, so much” you whispered, “love you too” “love you too, kiddo” they replied back.

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“If you’re not a parasite, what are you?” You rummage through your fridge, finding some stale chocolate cake from a retirement party for a coworker a week and a half ago. A tentative sniff verifies that yes , it is safe(ish) to eat and won’t kill you immediately.

“i am klyntar. we come from somewhere beyond your solar system.”

“So, I’ve been possessed by an alien from outer space. This sounds like a goddamn comic book.” You grab a relatively clean fork and take a large bite of cake. It’s a bit stale, but still tasty.

Mystic moans in your ear, and you shudder. “what is this?”

“Uh. It’s chocolate cake?” Your mouth is full, but Mystic has no trouble understanding you. She’s in your head, in you, after all.

“more, more, more!”

“What’s the magic word?” You yelp when Mystic sinks her teeth into your shoulder. “Ouch! Okay, I get it, here; take the damn plate.”

Mystic sends tendrils out and seizes the plate from you, drool dribbling from her outstretched tongue as she begins to devour the cake.

this is delightful.

You’re nasty.

no, you.

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“you forget that i am you. i have seen inside our mind.”

“... this whole situation is fucking odd. Forgive me if shit slips my mind.”

“forgiveness is for the weak.”

“That’s bullshit. Forgiving someone who deserves it is the right thing to do.”

“let me rephrase: forgiveness is seen as a weakness among my kind.”

“No offense, but your people kind of sound like douchebags.”

“oh, they are. the weak die and the strong survive.”

“And are you? Strong, I mean.”

“i was one of the weaker ones, physically. what i lack in strength i make up for in cunning.”

A giggle escapes you. Nasty, tricksy Hobbitses.

Mystic blinks and looks at you with narrowed eyes. The effect is quite strange, since she has six of them. “what is a hobbitses?”

“Not Hobbitses, Hobbits. It’s, um… shit, you haven’t seen Lord of the Rings, have you?”

“no. what is it?”

“It’s a really good film series that’s based on some really, really good books.” You run a hand through your hair, remembering how it felt to see the trilogy for the first time. Mystic seeps back under your skin and you can feel her attention honing in on your memories. It feels… odd, to say the least.

You shiver as you grab a cardboard carton of leftover pad thai and stick it in the microwave.

“why are you doing that?” Mystic is licking her teeth as she watches you punch the buttons on the microwave dial pad.

“Because it tastes better,” you say, parroting her earlier words to you back at her. “Warm food; one of the many wonders of modern humanity.”

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Now following the trail, you made your way towards your kitchen. You gave a little start finding someone leaning over your counter, hand going to your chest as your surprise turned to annoyance. “Jesus Christ, Lyle.” you scolded, and he turned to you with an amused smile. “You almost gave me a fucking heart attack. How did you get in here?”

“Your door was unlocked.”

You furrowed your brows. “No it wasn't. I just unlocked it to get in.”

“You sure about that?”

You thought for a minute. You could remember locking the door, and unlocking it when you came home, but it had been your second errand of the day. Maybe you were remembering the first time. It was possible, right? How else would he have gotten in. “I'm pretty sure..” you mumbled more to yourself.

“And I'm pretty sure I knocked and tried the knob like I always do, and it opened.”

“So you lurked around my house like a creep?” You teased. You didn't mind too much that he was there, to be honest.

“Didn't think you'd be gone that long.”

“What's with that, anyways?” you motioned behind you with your thumb. “The chocolate trail on the floor.”

“It lead you to me.” He grinned. “And these.” He turned back to the counter, picked up two large steaming mugs and turned back to you, smiling at the surprise on your face. “I told you I make a mean hot chocolate.” He winked and handed one over.

“Doesn't explain the Hershey's kisses in my hall.” You took a cautious sip.

“Wishful thinking.”

“Mm.” You hummed at the taste. It was damn good. Best you'd ever had, in fact, but you weren't about to inflate his ego further. “How's that?”

“Hot Cocoa Kisses.” His hand reached forward, his thumb collecting the whipped cream off your upper lip. “Get it?” You could do little more than nod.

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“Why the fuck would I know where your car is? We broke up a week ago, you douchebag.”

“I saw you take it on my security footage. You and those Winchester whores of yours. Or did you forget that I have cameras all over my property?” Man, Jonas sounded pissed. It was just too bad I didn’t give one fuck about him anymore.

Why was he mad at me anyway? He’s the slut who cheated on me with three other girls. “First off, dick, the Winchesters aren’t whores. You’re getting them mixed up with who you see when you look in the mirror. Second off, I didn’t steal your fucking car.”

“I have the fucking footage, Y/N. I called the police and they’re on their way over here. You’re fucking dead.”

“God, I wish I was. Then I wouldn’t have to talk to you anymore.” The bathroom door in the motel room opened and Dean walked out with wet hair and bright eyes. So whatever had happened last night when I got blackout drunk, he miraculously stayed sober. Interesting. “Look, dude, someone else probably stole your car because there was no way I was getting behind a wheel last night. You’re an asshole and I might be a bitch, but I’m not a fucking moron.”

“Are you stupid? I have the footage—”

“Will you shut up about the fucking footage? Look, I’m gonna hang up if you’re gonna keep throwing these wild accusations at me.”

A list of very creative explicatives erupted from the phone. Seriously, how had I dated this loser for an entire year? “The police are here. Don’t hang up because they’re gonna wanna talk to you. You know I can find you wherever you go.”

“’Cause that’s not fucking creepy at all,” I mumbled.

Dean plopped down next to me while I heard the dull noise of Jonas talking to the cops in my ear. “I’m assuming that’s doucheface?” I nodded. “You probably don’t want to say anything more about last night.”

Record scratch. “Wait, what? What happened?”

“She did fucking WHAT?” Jonas screamed. Then he obviously returned his attention back to his phone because his next scream practically burst my eardrums. “You set my fucking car on fire?! You’re a fucking crazy bitch!”

So maybe Dean was right. I turned to look at him with wide eyes and now my memories from last night started filtering back.

Getting drunk with the Winchesters as they rolled through town on a hunt. Blabbing on to them about what an abusive asshole Jonas was and how glad I was that I’d broken up with him. Sharing my secret wish to get revenge on him. Giving them directions to his house. The anger at seeing his precious car that I’d caught him and… Amelia? Gwen? Whatever her name was. Trying to drive off in it because the idiot kept a spare key in the wheel well. Sam pushing me to the passenger seat and taking the wheel. And…

Yeah.

I set his car on fire in the middle of the Nevada desert.

And now he was yelling and screaming in my ear and, okay, maybe I deserved some of it, but I still wasn’t going to confess.

So I hung up.

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

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It must have been around 7 or 8 when the strangers walked in. Everyone turned towards them, and they were muttering to each other as they moved in and tried not to be bothered by the quiet stares. “What can I get you boys.” you asked politely glancing up.

“We're looking for someone.” The taller of the two told you.

“Going to need to narrow it down if you want help, handsome.” His cheeks flushed ever so slightly as he tore his gaze away and glanced to the other man.

“Looking for a Fitzgerald.” the other informed you.

You stopped what you were doing and stared at them, bar slowly getting quiet again. “Which Fitzgerald?” you were afraid they'd say your father.

“Uh.. Garth's sister? What'd he say her name was again?” he turned to his taller friend.

“You know my brother?”

His head whipped back towards you. “You're Garth's sister!?” You nod in response. “Now I get why he said what he said…” he looked you up and down, licking his lips until he got elbowed.

“I'm Sam. This horndog is my brother Dean.”

“Is he coming?” you ignored the introduction, hope and relief filling you.

“He-uh.. He's-”

You shoulders dropped. “Not coming.” you finished. “Thanks for coming to let me know.” You put down the dish cloth and walked away to pour yourself a shot and downed it.

They watched you, and Sam nudged his brother again. “He's kinda caught up in something a few states away. We were on our way this way, and he asked us to check in. Your message worried him.”

“Not enough to come home.” your hands were on the back counter, head hanging down. “What’s so goddamn important that he’s ignoring family? Huh?” You tuned to them. “Does he have another one somewhere that he hides us from?”

“He’s working-”

“What does he do then? Help me understand why I call my brother crying again and again, and you show up instead.”

Sam looked to Dean unsure what to do, and Dean dropped into the stool. “Whiskey. Beer chaser.” You cocked an eyebrow. “I need a drink.” When you turned and his brother sat next to him, Dean sighed.

“She has no idea what he does, Dean. I thought his family knew, if not hunted too.” Sam whispered.

Dean shook his head. “He said it was complicated. I guess this is what he meant.” Dean’s eyes stayed on you right up until you put the drinks in front of him, and gave his brother the same. “Thanks sweetheart.”

“You going to tell me what he does?” He shook his head and you rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone.

“You said something about missing and dead people? And your dads acting different?”

“Yes and no.” you mumbled, sending Garth a text.

Thanks a lot for sending your lackeys, Garth. What good is this going to do me? I need help with dad! He's your father too. I'm working myself to death here trying to keep him in line and everything paid.

As you typed, the bar door opened and your father walked in. “I'm back!” he called out, arms up in the air. “No thanks to my ungrateful daughter who sent them to arrest me!” You looked up, and he was glaring at you. “Get me a drink, I hate feeling sober. Oh, and tonight is on you, for all the shit I was put through. It's always nice knowing your daughter tells people you're a fucking murderer, huh?”

You sighed, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. “See? Dad is as he always is. Just sober.” you turned and grabbed a few beers.

“That's Garth Sr?” Dean turned and looked over his shoulder, shocked. Sam watched your face before turning.

“Garth Sr? I thought his name was Bob?”

Dean looked down the bar at the blonde man a few seats away who had spoken. He had been sure that seat was empty when he sat down. Something wasn't right, Dean could feel it. This guy didn't belong.

“It is.. kinda.” You nodded at Lyle. “My grandfather was Garth Fitzgerald II. My father is Garth the III. They both worked the factory, so my grandpa was called Garth Sr, my father Garth Jr. And then my brother was born. Also Garth. Things started getting confusing. My grandfather stayed Garth Sr. My brother was just Garth, or Garth Jr, and people at the factory started calling my father by random names mostly to annoy him. Bob stuck. A few people still call him Garth, but most everyone's uses Bob these days. He honestly hates both names.”

“Oh..” he nodded, then lifted a glass Dean was sure wasn't there a moment before, but no one else seemed to notice. “Hey.” he gave Dean a smile and a nod.

“Hey..” Dean responded then glanced over at you as you moved past the blond man and headed with drinks to where your father with sitting with two other guys. When he glanced back to the blonde man down the bar, he noticed the seat empty again. His brow furrowed, but he’d figure that out later and set his sights back on you.

Jack spoke quietly to you as you went past, then went behind the bar and watched with his arms crossed. Dean was watching you, but Sam kept glancing back to Jack.

You handed out the drinks to everyone but your father, leaning in to say something to him quietly first. Suddenly, he snatched the beer from you with one hand, and then grabbed your wrist with the other, yanking you closer.

“Hey!” Dean growled out when he saw your whole body tense with fear.

“Dean.” Sam put a hand to his brothers shoulder to calm him, and he could see from the corner of his eye that Jack had shifted as well and was ready to run over there.

“Bet you were real worried about me, huh? Didn't come by, and I find you here as if it never happened.”

“I need to pay the bills, dad.” your voice was quiet and shaky. “I was worried, I called Garth-”

“When will you get it through your head that your brother hates us, huh?” he yanked harder on your wrist. “I'm all you have. All you'll ever have. I almost half expect the bar to be closed while you and Jack fucked like rabbits, but I guess even he's tired of you.” He yanked your arm once more, pulling you nose to nose with him. “And don't you ever tell me what to do again. I brought you into this damn world, I will take you back out. Now get me a fucking pitcher like you should have in the first place.”

“Hey!” before Sam, or even Jack could react, Dean was up. He grabbed your father by the collar the second he let go of your arm, and Dean dragged him out of his seat, shoving him against the wall. “Don't ever threaten her again. Do you fucking hear me?”

You were wide eyed, glancing back to Jack and Sam, who called out to his brother while you pleaded with him, much like you usually did with Jack. “Let him go.”

“Don't you ever fucking touch her again. Because I will make you regret it.”

“Who are you? You the new guy plowing my whore of a daughter?” he glanced over at Jack. “She finally move on from a spineless shit like you?”

“Hey!” Dean slammed him against the wall again, and you yelped. “I'm friends with your son. I'm here because he's worried about her. Now I fucking see why.”

Your father laughed. “I told you your brother couldn't stand to see you.”

Dean growled, and his hand reached back. “Dean!” Sam warned him, knowing what he was reaching for.

“He's a piece of shit, Sam.”

“He's my dad!” Dean turned and saw you standing there with tears in your eyes. It took him a moment, but he let go. Your dad shoved Dean out of his way as he ranted and stormed out. “What is wrong with you?”

“Wh-”

“Dad, wait!” you turned and hurried out after him.

“What just happened?” Dean looked to Sam.

Jack sighed and put whiskey on the bar. “Dad is a touchy subject. Best not to go there. I've been fighting that uphill battle for years.”

“Are you two…?” Sam asked.

Jack shook his head. “Not anymore. Not for a while.” he poured each of them a shot and one for himself.

“Because of that?” Sam asked and Jack nodded.

“He always been like this?” Dean was still pretty pissed and they could hear it in his voice.

“As long as I've known him.” Jack downed his shot. “Not always this bad, though. He was always a heavy drinker as far as I can tell. But when the factory shut down, it got worse. And worse again when his wife died.”

“That happen recently?” Sam asked.

“No. It's been a while. I tried to do what I could, but he made life hard. I tried to get her out, he made it harder.. And with her brother never around..”

“It all falls on her.” Sam finished and Jack nodded. Sam glanced to Dean who downed his shot and motioned for another.

“You said you know him?” Jack asked.

Sam nodded. “Work friends.”

“When you talk to him again, tell him she needs him. She can’t keep doing this alone.” Sam nodded, and Jack gave him a small smile before tapping his knuckles on the bar and walking off to serve someone else.

You sat outside for a while, your father having stormed off yelling and screaming. You just needed to be alone, needed the quiet, so you sat outside on a crate and just let your mind go. “Hey, you okay?” Glancing up you saw Sam. “You didn’t come back in.. Guy behind the bar is worried.”

“Jack.” You nodded. “He usually is.”

“May I?” He motioned to one of the other crates, and you nodded. Flipping it to sit on it’s side, he sat down next to you. “I’m sorry my brother upset you.”

You sighed. “If he hadn’t of done it, Jack would have. But your brother doesn’t even know us.” You looked over at him. “Why would he?”

Sam licked his lips and thought for a moment. “Because Dean is the protector.” You furrowed your brow. “And he knows better than anyone what you’re going through.”

“Oh really?”

Sam nodded. “Our dad.. He was a drinker too. Got bad after mom died. He couldn’t handle being without her. Jack fights with your dad a lot, right?” You nodded. “See, me and my dad, was like Jack and yours. Always fighting. Always butting heads. And then there was Dean. My dad drilled into Dean to protect me at all costs, and sometimes that even meant from him. He never hit us, or anything, but he was a marine, once. So he was strict, had rules that had to be followed at all costs and all times. Plans for us, for our futures, one I didn’t want. So I’d fight it. Every chance I got, I fought it. ”

You sat quietly, letting him talk, listening to everything. You felt like this was almost as much for him as it was for you.

“Dean would get mad at me. Take our fathers side. I couldn’t figure out why. In my head, he was a shit dad.” Sam shook his head looking down at the ground as he stretched his legs out a bit. “It took awhile for me to figure out. Loss of my own, really. The love of my life dying much in the way my mother had.. I realized why dad was the way he was. I hit that path myself for a bit. And then when dad himself died.. I got it.” He glanced at you. “Dean.. Dean is like you, in all this. Our mom died when he was 4, I was only 6 months old, so all I ever knew, was dad like that, strict and drinking all the time. But Dean.. He had the memories. Of mom, of her and Dad, Dad before he was that guy.” Sam sighed. “He held on to those memories. Every time he looked at dad, he saw those. The good times. I think you do that too.” His eyes locked on yours. “As much as he scares you, you cling to person he was before, the one you remember from your childhood. The good times.”

Closing your eyes, you nod.

“Jack is never going to understand that. He’s going to try, but unless he lives it, he won’t be able to fully understand that. He’s going to keep butting heads, like I did. But that’s not a bad thing either. He cares, a lot.”

“I know..” You nod again.

“Just don’t let it run your life, like it did Deans.” You looked up at him. “Dean raised me. Dean did everything my father didn’t, or couldn’t. He started that when he was 4. His whole life was being dad’s good little soldier, following orders, following the plan. He didn’t get a childhood. And Dean is still on that path, though now, it’s his own choice. Even I ended up doing what Dad wanted.” Sam chuckled. “But I came back to it on my own. I chose it. Just like I had chosen to leave to go to college. Don’t let it limit you. But I think you’ll be okay. You’ve got people who care about you. And your brother. I’m sorry he couldn’t make it, and I’m sorry I can’t give you the details. But I can promise you, he cares, and he’s worried about you. He wouldn’t have sent us if he wasn’t.” He gave you a small smile. You gave him a small nod as he stood. “And when I talk to him, I’m gonna tell him to come home. I promise.”

“Thanks, Sam. Can you tell Jack I just need a bit?”

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled, a hand going to your shoulder before he headed back into the bar.

After Sam walked back inside, you leaned forward, elbows on your knees and your head hanging down. You wanted Garth home. You were tempted to pull out your phone, call again. Keep trying, again and again until he picked up and came home.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes opened, and you saw boots. Following the long bowed legs up to the man attached, you saw Dean looking down on you. “I’m sorry I upset you, but he shouldn’t have done that.”

You looked down again. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” You looked up again. “It’s just-”

“You’re the protector.” You cut him off and he froze.

“Sammy?” You nodded and he sighed. “I guess he told you about dad then..” You nodded again. “Wonderful.” He looked away, annoyed.

“I’m sorry too.” He looked back down at you, brow furrowed. “If you’re life was even a smidge like mine, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for getting so mad. I understand why you did it, even before Sam came out to talk to me. Jack does it too, fights with him, throws him out. I just- I want it to stop. I miss my dad.” Your bottom lip started to quiver. “Everything I do, is for him. I pay the bills, the mortgage, all of it with this job. And he comes in here- if anyone else was my boss...” Your hands came up to rub your face as you tried to keep yourself from crying. “Garth is never here. Never an explanation to why. It’s just me and him. I can’t get close to anyone… I feel so alone, and hated..”

A hand came out in your line of sight and you looked at it confused before glancing up at him. “Come on. We’re going for a ride.”

“What? I need to work, I-”

“You need some space. Away from all of this, and all of them. No one understands how you feel better than me, sweetheart. Come on. I bet you’ll love my car.” He winked with a smirk.

“You sure about that? Last guy I got a ride from rode a motorcycle.” You teased with a sniffle and wiped off your cheek. He turned and pointed to a black car parked across the street. “That is nice…”

“Told you.” He grinned, and motioned to his hand.

You nodded, wiping your hand on your jeans before taking his. “Wait, I need to tell Jack.”

“Don’t worry about him. Sammy’ll let him know.”

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He froze when he saw you. You had grown up so much since he’d last seen you and you were now working the bar.

You turned to him as he moved closer and gave him a smile. “What can I get ya, Clint?”

That took him aback for a moment. “How'd you know it was me?” He asked, sitting on a bar stool in front of you.

You laughed, and he found his lips turning up into a smile at the sound. “No matter how big and buff you get, I'll never forget that handsome face.”

He laughed and nodded. “I suppose I did grow a little..” He teased you back. “You're still as short as always.”

“We can't all be giants like you, Clint.” You turned away from him and grabbed a bottle off the shelf.

He watched you move, and then you turned back, placing a shot of whiskey and a beer in front of him. “I didn't-”

“It's on the house.” You gave him a sad smile. “How are you holding up?”

Clint glanced down at the shot before taking it in his hand and shrugging. “I'm alright.” he answered before taking the shot.

“Y/N!?” You glanced towards the small hall that lead to the bathrooms and sighed seeing  of the regulars motioning back towards the men’s.

“Not again..” You groaned, grabbing a dishcloth. “It's good to see you again, Clint.” you told him, walking past. “Town’s missed you.” You looked back with a smile before heading around the corner.

He sat quietly drinking his beer, listening to the talk of the town. A few people stopped next to him, giving him a pat on the shoulder, or buying him a drink. When he heard your voice again, he turned to see you all but carrying your dad through the bar and out.

He waited and watched as you came back in and head behind the bar, your father’s wallet in hand. “Everything okay?”

You gave him a shrug as you opened the register and put money in, paying his tab. “Some things never change. Welcome home, Clint.”

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As Clint headed for the back door, he could hear his daughter take charge of the two boys. He loved how much she was like her mother. Glancing back, he watched her pull out the candies first, and give each of her brothers one, while she tucked two into her pocket.

“Be fair, Sarah.” She turned and blushed at getting caught but was quickly distracted by other things in his bag.

Stepping out onto the wide wrap around porch, he smiled seeing you down in the yard hanging bedding on the clothes line.

He took his time walking to you, watching you move, watching you wipe your forehead with your arm. Then his eyes trailed down. Your back was to him, so he took in the view of your ass just moments before he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a start.

“I'm home, Doll.” he breath out, leaning his head down to kiss your neck.

You giggled at the feel of his beard in the crook of your neck. “I missed you.”

“Oh, I missed you too.”

“Clint?”

“Hmm?” he hummed into your skin.

“Are you awake?”

“What?” He pulled his face out of your neck and looked at you confused.

You turned your head, hand coming up to brush your fingers over his beard. “Are you awake over there?”

His eyes snapped open and he groaned, grabbing his pillow and covering his eyes.

“Clint!”

“Yeah?” his voice was muffled.

“You awake?”

Realizing you probably hadn't  heard him, he tossed aside the pillow and sat up. Rubbing his eyes, he nodded. “Yeah.” He answered more loudly.

“I woke you up, didn't I?

He looked out his window to you leaning out of yours. “Yeah, but it's alright. You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Garth called. He should be here in about an hour. Wanted to know if you were up or if he should stop by in the morning.”

Yawning, he stood up and stretched. “Yeah, no it's fine, send him over, well grab a beer or something.”

You licked your lips at the sight of him. Topless, sweatpants hanging low, and his hair a bit of a mess. “Yeah. Uh, you might want to raid our fridge then. Garth is… well.. he's kind of a lightweight.”

Clint laughed. “One beer, Doll, its late.”

“Clint, he gets drunk on a single light beer.” You laughed. “We keep non-alcoholic beer in the basement fridge for him.”

“Seriously?” You nodded and laughed. “Yeah alright, I'll be right over. Let me grab a shirt.”

“Oh don't rush to get dressed on my account.” You teased and watched him head for his dresser. “I forgot how much I liked this great view.”

Clint was glad you couldn't see his face because he was turning red. Instead, he laughed it off, letting his laughter join yours.

You were standing in the doorway talking to Clint when a car came to a stop across the street. You were so focused on Clint, you paid no mind to who it was, until they called out. “Stop hitting on my sister!”

You blushed and looked down, but Clint laughed and turned to look at Garth as he crossed the street. “She’s been hitting on me since I got to town.” Clint countered with a laugh, making your face go a bit redder and you gave him a shove.

“Tsk tsk.” Garth wagged a finger at you, but once he got on the sidewalk, his arms went wide. “Bring it in, little sis.”

Grinning, you ran to hug him. “I missed you.” You held on tight to your big brother.

“I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t get home sooner.” When you pulled away, he motioned for Clint.

“You Fitzgerald's and your hugs.” He teased as he made his way to Garth. But he was more than happy to get a hug from his old friend. “It’s been too long, Garth.”

When they separated, you kissed Garth on the cheek. “I’m heading back to bed, I’ll see you at breakfast?” Garth nodded. “Go catch up with Clint. He has a beer for you.”  Garth’s face lit up and he rushed to toss his bag in the house. “Hey?” Clint turned to you. “Don’t let him see it’s non-alcoholic. Just pour it into a glass for him, he won’t notice the difference, and you won’t have to deal with drunk Garth. Trust me, you don’t want that at this hour.”

Clint nodded just as Garth came back out. “Come on, brother.” Clint put his arm around Garth’s shoulders and lead him over, carrying a small case of ‘beer’ in his other hand.

“See you tomorrow, Clint.”

You smiled as he turned. “Night, Doll.”

Clint put a glass down in front of Garth, then poured himself a drink as well. “So, what is it you do now? Last I heard you were in dental school.”

Garth nodded. “I was. But first, we need to talk about something.”

“What’s that?” Clint sat across from him.

“My sister.” Garth was watching Clint stone faced, which Clint found rather unsettling.

“What about your sister?”

“If you hurt her, I’ll hunt you down, Clint.”

Clint furrowed his brow, and pulled his hand away from his drink. “Garth, this is me.. You know me. Have I ever hurt her?”

“No. But I know what you are now.”

He searched Garth’s face, the seriousness behind his words. There was no denying he knew. “How?”

“It’s my job, Clint. I’m a hunter.”

Clint visibly pulled back. “Since when?”

Garth laughed. “Funny thing that.. Being in dental school, and killing a tooth fairy.”

Clint swallowed and nodded. “I’ll, uh- I’ll leave her alone, I’ll head back out of town and-”

“No.” Garth shook his head. “Just..” He sighed. “Just don’t use any of that shit on her, okay? No potions, or spells.. And if - IF you ever do ask her out, Clint. You protect her. I work damn hard to keep this away from our door. You bring any of that down on her, I will hunt you.”

Clint relaxed a bit. “So, hunter and a witch walk into a bar? Never heard that joke before..”

Garth smiled. “It’s not so black and white. Not for me anyways. I know how you feel about my sister.”

Clint nodded. “I’m going to need something stronger than non-alcoholic beer.”

Garth sucked his teeth and pushed his glass away. “Me too?” Clint shot him a look. “Half? Come on, drunk Garth is funnn.” He half whined. “You’re supposed to be my friend, not my sister’s lacky.” He teased.

“Fine, but if you get out of hand, I’m telling your sister you overpowered me and stole a whole case.”

Garth burst out in a full body laugh. “You don’t think I can take you? Let’s do this!” Garth jumped up and started moving furniture around. “I can kick your ass after twelve beers!”

Clint laughed, having really missed this. “Yeah? I hear you can’t even stand after one. Let’s see what you’ve got, little man.”

“Oooh, it’s on.”

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You had a first and last name, and a last known location for everyone. That’s all you really needed, you were a demon dealer, cleaning up some assholes mess who was making shitty deals. It was your job to collect the souls. Most of the deals only gave people days, weeks, months. Crowley had killed him, and tasked you with keeping up the deals, no matter how bad they were. “A deal is a deal, Darling.” He had told you. “This moron has been at it for months, staggering the times so we wouldn’t notice the extra flow of souls he was taking for himself.”

“Who wants to know?” The small voice pulled you from your thoughts. He looked no older than 6, small, malnourished, dirty.

“I’m here to collect on a debt owed.” The kid’s eyes went wide. “I’m told he’s usually here.”

“I-I’m Carter.” He said softly, and your eyebrows shot up. “But you’re not the guy-”

“He didn’t give you a fair deal, kid.” You went and sat next to him, motioning towards the entrance of the lane, and your hound went to stand guard. “He’s gone because of what he did, and I have to clean up his mess. My names Y/N. How old are you?”

“I’m 10.” He answered quietly. “Whats a fair deal?” He looked up at you curious.

“Ten years. No matter what you ask for, you get ten years.”

“Oh..”

You sighed. “What did you get?” You glanced down at him. “What was so important you sold your soul for so little?”

You moved through the halls with the child at your side, and your hound moving behind you. “Out of my way.” You told the demon at the door to Crowley’s throne room.

“His Majesty is in a meeting.”

“Out of my way.” You flashed your red eyes at the black eyed demon, and your hound growled from behind you.

“W- just a moment, please.” He hurried into the room beyond, and returned a moment later. “He’ll see you now..”

“Why are you bloody threatening my guard?” Crowley asked as you stepped in.

“You need better guard if they fold after such a half assed threat.” You pointed out, as you moved and took your place near the foot of his throne. “Sir.”

He nodded. “Why have you brought me a human child?”

“I want him.”

“Excuse me?”

“I want to adopt him.”

Crowley’s eyes narrowed. “Why? Were you not sent to collect his soul?”

“Tell him what you asked for.”

“I-I asked for food, Sir.”

“He asked for food, Crowley. He sold his soul, for a fucking meal. What did you get?”

“A f-frozen tv dinner.” Crowley’s eyebrows slowly raised.

“How is a homeless child of 10, suppose to cook a god damn frozen tv dinner?”

Before Crowley could say anything, the child spoke. “I gave it away. I saw a mom, counting change after buying her daughter dinner, and I offered it to her. She looked as hungry as I was, as tired.”

“Not only did he get jipped, he gave away what he was given.” You pointed out. “He deserved better, Crowley, they all did, we know that. But he’s a fucking child, and he was taken advantage of. Tell him how long you were given before I came to collect.”

“Three days.”

“His soul, for a meal he can’t eat, and three days. Three more days without a damn meal. He hasn’t eaten still. I want to give him a childhood he deserves. At least better than he had.”

Crowley’s eyes moved to the child, taking in the information. He shook his head, and opened his mouth to speak, but Carter spoke first.

“I will honor the deal.” That surprised Crowley, he had assumed the child was manipulating you to get out of the deal. “You can take my soul. I don’t care. I helped someone else with it, even if it was a stupid deal to make, that makes it worth it.”

“You are aware you will be tortured?” The child nodded. He thought about it a moment longer. “Very well. The deal will be honored, his soul collected. Should his soul turn, he will be permitted to return to you, if he so wishes it. Do you wish it, child?” Carter nodded. “Very well. Juliet!” He called out.

“Sir? I’d rather use my own hound.” He nodded, and waved his hand. Kneeling down in front of Carter, you took his small hand in yours. “This is my hound, Crixus.”

Carters eyes went wide, as the hound in front of him came into view. “Woah..” He breathed.

“This is going to hurt. I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about that.” He nodded, eyes still on the hound next to you. “He’s going to bite you, he’s going to take your soul, and bring you to a man named Alistair. Okay?” He nodded again. “I’ll be here when you come out. I’ll keep your body for you, so you can return to it. Are you ready?”

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