Hey there! Lets start with a new story, shall we?
WARNINGS: AU, unrelated!wincest, alpha!beta!omega!dynamics, hunter!alpha!dean, omega!sam, alpha!sonny, beta!bobby, mentions!of!past!abuse!(maybe)rape!torture, rated!M!for!a!reason, salvage!fic, graphic!sexual!content!ahead, top!dean, bottom!sam, love!story, porn!with!plot
ABOUT THE CHARACTER SONNY: He's the ex-con (moustache & ponny-tail) in the episode "Bad Boys". He is one of the main-characters in this story.
DiSCLAIMER: i don't own Supernatural or the characters. The only thing I own is the idea about this plot. I am not making money with this.
Oh, and the most important thing you gotta know:
ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE, I DO NOT HAVE A BETA (YET).
I'm not reluctant towards productive criticism. But I also hate people who are unfriendly and dick-heads just because they think they can act like that on the web.
Storm's Last Season
Chapter 1 ~ First Contact
Showing You My Universe
Once upon a time there was a world of alphas, betas and omegas.
First there are the alphas, who actually represent about forty percent of the world's population.
They are not the hormone-driven beings you probably use to read about. They're pretty regular. NORMAL. Except that they aren't. Alphas are alphas nonetheless – there's a reason why they are called like that. Because they're strong, protective and do in fact have a knot.
But it's not like they could possibly knock up a beta or omega if the beta or omega isn't female. It's just like in our universe. Some alphas, betas or omegas are homosexual – that's how it is.
Alphas do protect their family and loved ones at all costs (not that betas or omegas wouldn't. Their need to do so is just a lot stronger). They're mostly the ones that make the decisions (but not without their beta or omega if they have one, because that'd end pretty bad. Betas and omegas do not do what the alpha says, just because he says so. - They have their own mind, and actually can be pretty stubborn too.)
Alphas do have a way better olfactory organ than betas and omegas. That's why they have the better qualifications to become a hunter, but it's not quite necessary.
When Alphas fall in love, they LOVE. They love with everything they have (yes, actually including their knot). They love even more intensive, when their mate's a so-called soul mate. They can be extremely protective over their mates (no scratch that, they DO get extremely protective over their mates) – not rarely there are deaths because an alpha thought his beta or omega gets checked out by some douchebag. Not to mention when someone dares to touch their mate. Trust me, you can't actually tell what or who the groper was, when the Alpha's done with the douchebag who dared to touch what's his.
That's pretty everything you've to know about them for now.
Let's introduce the Betas to you. About fifty-seven percent of the human race are betas. I guess you can call them the most NORMAL beings, since they do get into heat every couple of months, but they actually barely notice it. Except their smell changes. A male Beta has indeed a knot. It's just smaller and kind of ... well ... lets say they can make babies nonetheless. Betas aren't as impulsive as Alphas, but can get indeed possessive when it's about their mates.
What leads us to the omegas. Omegas are the rarest, most precious things on gods wide earth. Three percent of humanity are omegas.
You surely want to know what does omegas make that special, do you? Well, of course their scent, and the fact that they are self-lubricating (yeah, even male omegas can do that shit. - no one knows WHY ... maybe it's just a freak of nature after all, but they can, and that's pretty weird ... and cool for those who are gay. - They're not wasting money for lube and awkward visits in sex shops, so it has to be cool, huh?).
When an omega goes into heat every couple of months, they are moody and tired, have stomach-cramps and actually feel like shit. Sometimes they've a slight fever. But that's just because their immune-system is in over-drive and practically screams for making babies (and to protect them in order). Stupidly enough, even male omegas do go through that heat, even when they can't get knocked up anyway. But still, male omegas can knock up others (no matter if alpha, beta or another omega).
Maybe, if you're thinking about that ... it's not logic. Some activists actually demonstrate against Omegas. Some of those crazy people honestly think that omegas are an attempt to breed more often and become more pups than a beta. Of course, female omegas do carry more babies (mostly twins), when they're pregnant. But that's probably just another mood of nature, like the rest.
All flummery of course.
What makes omegas even more special, is their scent, like mentioned above. It's full with pheromones and it's sweet as pie. It smells like your favorite meal and in the same moment you can taste it on your tongue.
You gotta be damn lucky to get an omega as mate (female or male doesn't matter).
Further, there's the fact, if you hurt an omega physically, that you can get held for it. Of course, if its a car accident or an accident in general you don't have to be afraid of anything. But if you're deliberately hurting one ... things can get pretty fast pretty nasty. There are some serious archaic punishments for people who treat their omegas like shit (no matter if physically or mentally). The omega doesn't have to say anything about it. It reaches out, if there's a cop around or the neighbours have a suspicion and the system's on you and is checking you out in no time.
You've no clue where your dick started, or ended, when they're done with you.
There's no room for those who hurt omegas. EVER.
Other than that, Omegas are pretty regular males and females.
Upon The Story
Dean Winchester ran his fingers through his short, dark-blonde hair and sighed. Another job was done, and his body ached for sleep and food and a bottle of beer.
He was the typical alpha. Well built and easy on the eye. Of course not all alphas looked like a underwear-model, but Dean Winchester sure was one of them.
The hunter turned the ignition as his black sleek Impala got to a hold in front of Bobby Singer and Sonny Gibbons house at the outskirts of the scrap yard.
Sure, Bobby Singer owned the yard and a garage. Worked as a mechanic and repaired other people's cars. So did Sonny.
But the yard was also a home. Sonny Gibbons was an ex-con, who had studied psychology and now took care of abused and hurt omegas where no one else could. He took over difficult cases, in which the omegas needed protection and special care.
The Salvage was the perfect place for people who got beaten and abused over years. They had free-room. Had a peaceful place to recover. A giant yard to go for walks and just leaving their cares behind.
Of course it wasn't that easy. Not with the people Sonny took care of on a not regular basis.
Dean tried to stay away from the scrap yard whenever he knew the both men had a new omega there. It wasn't like he didn't like them. First off: He honestly had no clue how to deal with them in this state. And second: He wasn't exactly a sensitive or caring alpha.
He was a hunter.
The Winchester slammed the driver's door shut and went to the trunk to get his duffel-bag out. He felt so damn tired and worn out. He'd stay for a couple of days on the salvage, if the two old men were okay with it. If not, he'd simply rent a motel-room somewhere around Sioux Falls. At least he could have some fun there in between ...
Deep in thoughts and tired as hell he claimed the porch and went inside, looking around the hall if either of the both of them were around.
"Bobby?!", he called out, his voice raw, "Sonny?!"
A moment later there were footfalls from upstairs and the familiar creak of one of the floorboards close to the stairs was heard.
"Comin'!", came a gruff voice back.
Robert Singer wasn't a man of whom you would think that he was a caring type. Sure he was a beta, and pretty good in dealing with people he didn't have to see all the damn time. But to those who were close to him, he could get pretty grumpy pretty soon. That was one of the many reasons Dean Winchester was amazed of the old man.
You could say what you want about him, but he was one hell of a good dad (or however you wanted to call it) to those Sonny was taking care of.
Under all the beard and calloused skin was one hell of a giant teddy-bear.
Bobby Singer appeared short after and went down the stairs. "You're gonna be the death of me, son.", he started when he was downstairs and stood right in front of the young hunter. "What took you so long?"
The seasoned mechanic took the tired looking man before him in.
"The werewolf wasn't exactly where I thought he might be.", Dean replied calmly, a small smile playing over his lips. "Got no signal up there ..."
Bobby smiled back, obviously relieved that the hunter was back in one piece. "Your room's ready – like always. Gonna prepare some grub for ya'. Beer?"
Dean nodded. "You know me old man."
Bobby's bushy eyebrows lowered. "Watch out who you're gonna call old, boy."
A smug grin formed on the hunter's lips. "So ... Jonny's gone?"
The grizzled hunter nodded as he turned around and walked ahead into the kitchen. "You know he hated that name. - And yeah. Since a couple of weeks already. - He's back with his family in California." Bobby sniffed. Obviously still not coping well with letting one of their fosterlings go. "Real nice parents, by the way. - Jonathan's a lucky boy." There was this gentle smile, Robert Singer just shared too sparely with others.
Dean went after him and slumped down on a chair at the small kitchen-table. "So they got the bastard who did this to him?" Of course they must had. Johnathan had given the police-men a detailed description of the beta that had kidnapped him from school years ago. The sixteen year old had done pretty well for the fact ... well ... that he was sixteen years old. It had taken Sonny MONTHS to get the kid back to normal. To teach him, that he wouldn't get hurt if he'd ask for something. Or that he had to get on his knees every time someone came into his room.
Actually Dean Winchester felt disgusted about stuff like that. Disgusted and nauseous when he thought about the boy's appearance when he had first seen him. All skinny and afraid of everything that looked male.
"Yeah. - Jody called back then. When he got kidnapped that son of a bitch removed his implant. Said there was a report in the system about a missed boy. And Johnathan's description fit. - They came over here a month ago, visiting him for the first time. He instantly recognized them." Bobby started to make sandwiches. "At least ... he actually did recognize them – after all that asshole had done ..."
"Sure ..." Dean's voice trailed off.
"He's going to be good." Singer obviously tried to reassure himself. "Though I'll miss the lill' guy."
Dean chuckled, a mug grin on his face. He had always known that Bobby had a soft spot for kids ... but this Johnny-boy sure as hell had been something special to him.
Sonny Gibbons parked right behind the sleek black beauty of a car. Dean was back home ... Of course Sonny knew that the hunter didn't have a real home, and though the salvage was probably the only thing (besides the Impala), where the hunter could feel safe.
"Damn it.", he cursed, his voice smoke-rough. If he had known that Dean'd come, he'd brought some pie instead of cake. For a moment he thought about heading back out and getting some for his favorite alpha. But then again ... He wouldn't drive back into town to get all bothered by the blonde petite beta that was the new cashier in the mini mart.
So he turned the key in the ignition and the old pick-up's engine died. The man grabbed the both paper-bags from the passenger's seat and got out of the car awkwardly.
As he was on his way up the porch, the phone in the front-pocket of his jeans started to vibrate and the Cotton Eyed Jo started to play loudly. With a silent curse he hurried up to get the front door open and let the paper-bags slide to the ground, before he fumbled for his phone.
In the last moment, he flipped it open and held it to his ear.
Dean heard the familiar rumble of Sonny's car in the driveway. A sly grin played on his lips as the memories of his last stay on the salvage came back to him. They had one hell of a night at the bar in town ... with a bunch of pretty beta-girls ... and guys.
The door flung open, Cotton Eye Jo was blaring and a muffled thump from paper-bags was heard.
"Gibbons here." Sonny slammed the door shut with his foot and bowed down to pick the bags back up with one hand. "Hey, Jody." He then rounded the corner into the kitchen, greeting Dean with a wink and Bobby with a nod. "Yeah ... I hear ya'."
Dean watched the older man closely, as he sat the paper bags on the cupboard beside the grizzled mechanic, his thin pony-tail worming its way out under the jacket he wore.
Bobby gave his partner (only in business) a questioning look, though he kept quite. Dean straightened in the chair and leaned forward, also listening closely. Just because he wasn't interested in getting into contact with one of those kids, didn't mean that he wasn't nosy.
Everything in the house was silent, except for the muffled voice of the sheriff on the other end of the line. "Got'cha. - Tomorrow, nine p.m., State Hospital Yankton." The man pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed over his forehead. "Can you manage an appointment with the doctor in charge? - I'd like to have some informations before I go in there and have a look at him ..."
All of a sudden, Sonny seemed troubled. He barely ever wanted to talk to a doctor before making the first contact ... it had to be real bad ... Sonny's face changed into hard lines and a touch of bitterness when he snapped the phone shut.
"What is it?", Dean instantly asked with a deep frown.
"An Omega. - They're keeping him in the psychiatric unit. The doc there ain't sure what to do with him. He's obviously pretty traumatized. - Haven't talked yet ..." Sonny sighed deeply, his gaze cast down. "Doc Harding wants to have him out of there as soon as possible obviously. He seems to think that he'd do better if there wouldn't be different persons around him all the time ..."
Bobby nodded. "Sounds like a difficult case ..."
Dean leaned back. A bit pissed that he would have to take off tomorrow. Well, he didn't have to, but he wanted to. He couldn't stand all this ... however to call that kind of agony. He had enough to do with his kind of monsters. Though he knew that humans could be much worse than a shifter or demon could ever be ...
Like he used to say: Demons I get, people are crazy.
"I'll go and grab a shower. - Get some sleep and gonna head out first light tomorrow morning.", with that the hunter was on his feet.
Bobby and Sonny stared at him for a brief moment. "You know you can stay, son. - There's no reason for you to leave." Sonny ran his thump and pointing-finger over his moustache, eying the younger man – somehow – pleadingly. He hadn't seen the boy in quite some time and didn't want to see him leave that early again, throwing himself into the next hunt.
Dean gave him a smile, pulling his lower lip a bit more upwards than usual. A sign that he wanted something, but somehow couldn't bring himself to do so. "I know. - It's just ... you know ..." He sighed.
The man nodded. "You wanna be gone before I come home with him ..."
Dean nodded.
The hunter went into his room and took a shower, before he slumped down on his bed, completely spent and exhausted. Though, after a couple of hours sleep he woke up again and went downstairs. It wasn't quite as late as he thought it had to be yet.
After a round of watching TV he started on dinner, since Bobby and Sonny were nowhere to be found. They hadn't even left a note ... But Sonny's Pickup was gone ...
Two hours later they turned back up. Both men seemed pensive and silent, when they came back into the house, carrying shopping bags from the mall in their hands.
"Didn't know you both wanted to decorate ...", Dean joked as he lurked out of the kitchen.
Bobby Singer huffed and put the bags on the floor beside the kitchen-entrance. So did Sonny. "We were in the hospital, smartass.", the grizzled mechanic explained.
Dean tossed the spatula into the sink and turned around. For the first time truly looking at the both friends of him more closer. And holy shit. They seemed bothered and sad ... and somehow disgusted.
"Talked to the doc of the omega ...", Sonny continued pensively. "Had a look at the boy too ..."
"I take it. - It didn't go well. Did he spit at you? Tossed something at you?" The hunter seemed to be pretty amused. Sure, Sonny had told him about some of his experiences with traumatized omegas. Sure omegas didn't react any different as others though. "Got some jell-o into your hair again?"
Sonny Gibbons glared at his younger friend.
"Quite the opposite, Dean. - I'm not sure if we're gonna get the boy to talk.", Bobby explained silently. "If he's even able to talk ..."
Dean's face fell. Okay, that wasn't funny at all. The both seemed pretty serious and despite the fact, that they had been shopping for the kid they were going to pick up the next couple of days, it had to be pretty bad. Bad enough to make Sonny to hurry up with things.
And then there was this scent ... it was faint, but it was definitely omega and everywhere around Sonny. It wasn't like Dean hadn't smelled an omega yet, but hell. They smelled simply delicious. - Specially this one.
"That bad?", the hunter pressed the subject. Now they had his whole attention. "Do they at least know who it was? Do they have any lead?"
Bobby went straight for his iron reserves of the real good whiskey and got three glasses.
Dean sat down opposite of Sonny at the small table and glanced up at Bobby worriedly. Now that he sat at opposite of Sonny, the faint scent of the omega got more intensive. Not like he had been real close to him or if there had been body-contact. Though there was this faint scent of something special just an omega had.
"Nada." Bobby sat down and poured a giant amount of whiskey in each's glass.
Sonny grabbed his and gulped the first glass down, putting it back onto the table and waited for another shot. "The boy was buried under a heap of rotting corpses. - There were six others. High likely omegas. All shot.", Sonny leaned back.
"Wait ..." Dean frowned. "You're talking about the grave with seven omegas in it? - The thing in the news about two weeks ago? - Thought they were all dead?"
Sonny nodded. "They told the press that they're all dead. - That's why Jody asked us if we could take care of the boy. She doesn't want anything seeping through." He sighed, emptying the second glass. "The killer's still out there somewhere and they've no lead. - The omega's their only witness."
"When the hikers found the mass-grave, they were already rotting. Just when the police and the forensics turned up and started to load the corpses on the truck they noticed that one of them still had a pulse ...", Bobby started to explain. "He was in a pretty bad condition, but made it through the surgery alive."
"Gunshot-wound?", Dean asked in disbelieve.
Sonny nodded. "Stomach. - They've no clue how he survived. They just know he did. - Though he was pretty out of it. Turned the room in the ICU into a field of rubble. The kid freaked out completely in there. They had to sedate him for nearly a week, then transfered him to the psychiatric unit ..." Sonny shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I didn't see a lot of him today. - But for what the doc said ... he's pretty traumatized. He doesn't let anyone near him."
Dean huffed and turned the glass in his hand thoughtfully. The strong smell of the omega still in his nose ... something about it seemed off ... and then again so completely pleasant. Okay, the Winchester hadn't often smelled an omega in his life ... but of all he could remember, none of them smelled like that. Hell, he couldn't even describe what that scent smelled like. It was a mixture of elder, musk and something that had to be HIM.
Bobby skipped his whiskey back and shook his head.
"But what I saw ... Me for my part ... I haven't seen something like that EVER. And I've seen a lot so far. - The kid's beyond ... EVERYTHING. He's malnourished and looks like he's been dragged through hell." Sonny looked up, pity in his eyes.
"Even worse is, that they think that he's mute. - Has healed wounds on his vocal cords ... like someone made him swallow acrid. - So that he can't scream or talk to anyone ... it's ... I honestly haven't seem something like that yet." Sonny was repeating himself ... but he obviously couldn't wrap his mind around what he'd seen yet.
Dean remembered the pictures of the grave from the news. The corpses had already start to rot, but there were also clearly visible bruises and wounds ... And the kid had spent god knew how long buried beneath them ...
It was the very next morning.
Sonny and Bobby were up and around already, preparing Johnny's room for the new inhabitant. That was one of the reasons why Dean got up that "early" anyway, since the room was right beside his.
When he passed it, he saw Sonny and the grizzled man shoving the furniture around. Despite the bed that stood quite in the middle of the room, they had placed two mattresses above another in the corner furthest from the door. A bile of pillows, blankets and a colorful bedding on it.
For a moment Dean wondered ... but then again he reminded himself that he didn't have a clue about Sonny's business. Just like the elder psychiatrist didn't have a clue of Dean's job.
The hunter was about to pour himself some coffee into a mug, when he saw Sonny hurrying out of the house. He chuckled and shook his head as he glanced at the watch in the kitchen.
Like always the ex-con was too late. He wouldn't make it to the hospital within ten minutes ... Not even when he'd floor the gas-pedal.
Actually, after Dean had slept over the whole thing ... he didn't think that it was too bad if he wasn't out of the house just then. A fact that frightened him a bit. And though ... something inside him wanted him to wait and smell the omegas scent again. As if that something wanted to figure out what it was that made him smell like that.
AND, the boy wouldn't leave the room anyway for some time. They always used to take longer ... depending on how bad they were off.
Dean heard the whine of the engine of Sonny's pickup and a stammer, and a loud curse. The hunter sighed deeply and gazed out of the window, watching moustache-man flipping the hood open and glaring at something close to the engine.
The hunter sighed and chuckled, pretty amused that it wasn't just him who was haunted by bad luck at some days. When he saw Sonny slamming the hood shut he flinched slightly, nearly spilling some of his coffee over his shoes.
As it turned out, Bobby's car was still in the garage, without wheels and breaks ... and Sonny's pickup had been the only functioning vehicle (beside Dean's) on the yard.
"Dude – NO.", Dean protested as he laced his shoes. "No way. - No one drives baby but me, and you know that, man." He looked up. "But I can drive you to the hospital. - And if the boy pukes on my leather upholstery, you're gonna clean it up." He gave Sonny a strict look.
Sonny just grinned about how protective the hunter was over his baby. - Sometimes he wished he'd act like that when it came to a beta or omega. Something real, not a piece of metal ...
"It's time you find a mate, Dean. - It's not healthy like that." Sonny joked and patted Dean on the shoulder.
"Shut up and get into the car before I'm deciding otherwise and you can figure out another way to get the nutcase over here." Sure Dean didn't mean what he said. He would've driven Sonny anywhere he wanted him to. He owed the man ... and Sonny knew that.
The man had saved Dean from a life he had never wanted to live. Had saved him in ways, no one else could understand. John – his father – had done whatever he could do to prepare his son for this life after Mary and little Adam died in the house-fire. He had tried to prepare him for the monsters in the darkness. The ones in the closet, the ones in the shadows.
And John had failed. He had driven his son away.
Dean had never been mad at the old man. EVER. Though he didn't want this life – and yet here he was. Fighting what his father had been fighting until his last breath.
Fate.
Twenty minutes later, the Impala pulled up in front of the hospital, as close as possible to the main-entrance. When they entered the building, Dean followed his friend inside and let himself being led on the fourth floor, where doctor Harding was already waiting for them.
He led them through the locked down door into the station. They passed the nurse's office, which looked pretty much like in the old movies. It was secured with giant glass-windows, where the staff had a good few over the holding area.
The doctor didn't stop. He just told one of the pretty beta-nurses that they'd go into room 13a if someone would be looking for him. When they finally reached their destination in the clinically white corridor, the doctor stopped and turned around to face the two men.
The door was flanked with two male nurses, obviously watching over it, so that no unauthorized person got inside. A pretty normal procedure in cases like that.
Like already mentioned: Omegas were the most precious beings on god's planet.
"Here we are. - The kid's probably in his blanket-fort. Like I explained yesterday ... he barely leaves it." The doc cleared his throat, watching Sonny and the hunter for a long moment. "I had to send my alphas home. - Something about him makes them go crazy ... I never saw something like that. They actually planned a riot because I am going to let him leave." He chuckled nervously. "And under normal circumstances I wouldn't. - I just have the feeling that he won't get better over here. And I know that you're the best man for cases like this ..." There was so much confidence in the doctor's eyes, when he locked his gaze with Sonny's. "We gave him a shot half an hour ago. As from experience I'd say that was the best solution to make the transfer as stressless as possible for him and you ..."
Finally the doctor opened the door with his key and pushed it open. "He should be out for the count by now ..."
Sonny nodded. Though he narrowed the makeshift blanket-fort in the corner furthest from the door with exquisite care. The last thing he wanted was to scare the boy even more. So he watched out for it, that he made noises while he narrowed and on the other side that he wasn't too loud.
It wouldn't be any good to spook him off. It would just make it heavier to get through to him.
"Who're you?", the doctor asked, as they watched Sonny approaching the fort.
"A friend.", Dean answered shortly. "Sonny's car gave up on him this morning and he needed someone to get him here ..."
The doc nodded to himself.
Sonny bowed down and lurked inside the fort. His moustache twitched with an honest smile. "Hey there, kiddo.", he whispered. "Time to get you home, huh?"
A pair of hazel-green eyes blinked sleepily. Whatever they had given him, he didn't care that there was this man now. He didn't care, that the man was taking his hideout apart. Hell, he didn't care, when the man picked him up as if he weighted nothing.
The omega could smell the alpha's scent and a hint of panic crossed his features. But he couldn't bother himself to care. Whatever had been in the syringe had taken the fear away and dazed him. Hell, he felt so damn sleepy all of a sudden.
Sonny laid the tall form on a gurney, the doc had wheeled into the room a moment before.
Dean stared at the man on the gurney flabbergasted, then he looked up at his old friend. "You were talking about a kid, I thought? That's a man. - He's at least twenty-four, dude." He huffed out a bark.
"He's younger than me, boy. - So yes, he's a kid. Somewhere out there's his family, maybe still hoping that he's coming home one day. He's someone's kid. - Now he's ours for his time being." Sonny seemed so serious and so unbelievable sad.
"Yeah ... I just thought ... you know ... my car ain't exactly as big as your pickup-truck, man." A smirk built on the hunter's face. "And he?" Dean glanced at the young man on the gurney. "He's a freaking sasquatch ..."
Sonny smiled. "We're gonna figure it out."
The doc spread a woolen blanket over the man who was already half asleep and pulled it up to his shoulders. "Fine. - I'll get on the Salvage after my shift. Then I'll fill you in the things you don't know yet."
Sonny gave him a short not. "That'd be great." He shared a look with Dean. "Lets get him settled before the sedatives lose their effect and we gonna have a problem with him while driving ..."
The hunter gave back a short nod and they said his goodbyes to the doc. The Winchester then took his place beside the gurney, glancing at the pale form from time to time.
Through half-opened eyes, and dazed mind he could see someone else walking beside him ... he could smell another alpha close to him. He blinked his eyes open lazily, his fingers twitching.
For a split moment their looks met, and the green-eyed freckled alpha smiled down at him.
This one's scent smelled like so much more ... like safety, warmth and comfort.
"Hey there, buddy." Dean said softly – because he didn't know what to do or say else, when his gaze locked for a brief moment with the younger man's one.
... to be continued
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