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div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1418483598471_6160" class="email-wrapped" style="display: table-cell; width: auto; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"God Rest Ye Merry Crossoversbr /Synopsis: Combining the likes of Harry Dresden, Supernatural, Grimm and Constantine, it seems that Krampus is up to his old Yuletide tricks, subjecting unsuspecting mortals to a little Christmas insanity. br /br /Chapter 1-Carry On My Wayward...What the Hell is This ?! br / Sam and Dean were driving down a nearly obscure country road, accentuated by the occasional street lamp. It was quiet. Almost too quiet for their liking. Classic rock played on the radio as they enjoyed the ride to their next destination in the middle of Nowheresville. br / 'It's always the little towns you never suspect. ', Dean mused aloud. br / 'You aren't kiddin'. Rarely if ever are we called to a big city, and I'm certain they have their own batch of problems.', Sam added. br / 'Hey, was there supposed to be rain in the forecast ?', Sam asked, as the radio became staticky. They could usually get their favorite station even out in the middle of heaven-knows-where. Something unusual was afoot, and neither one of them knew Who was behind it. br / 'No, not so far as I remember. Nothing in the news was forecast for a storm.', Dean said. It was too late to turn back and return whence they came. Before the brothers knew it, they were being sucked into a portal and dragged into a place that they had heard of but never seen. They were about to befriend some very unusual and interesting people that were exactly like they were. For once, it would be pleasant not to feel secluded from the so-called 'norm'. Yet, still, the entire process was rather bewildering and they wondered what twisted mind could've been thinking this sinister plot up and what the purpose behind it was. /div
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div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1418483598471_6160" class="email-wrapped" style="display: table-cell; width: auto; word-wrap: break-word; word-break: break-word;"God Rest Ye Merry Crossoversbr /Synopsis: Combining the likes of Harry Dresden, Supernatural, Grimm and Constantine, it seems that Krampus is up to his old Yuletide tricks, subjecting unsuspecting mortals to a little Christmas insanity. br /br /Chapter 1-Carry On My Wayward...What the Hell is This ?! br / Sam and Dean were driving down a nearly obscure country road, accentuated by the occasional street lamp. It was quiet. Almost too quiet for their liking. Classic rock played on the radio as they enjoyed the ride to their next destination in the middle of Nowheresville. br / 'It's always the little towns you never suspect. ', Dean mused aloud. br / 'You aren't kiddin'. Rarely if ever are we called to a big city, and I'm certain they have their own batch of problems.', Sam added. br / 'Hey, was there supposed to be rain in the forecast ?', Sam asked, as the radio became staticky. They could usually get their favorite station even out in the middle of heaven-knows-where. Something unusual was afoot, and neither one of them knew Who was behind it. br / 'No, not so far as I remember. Nothing in the news was forecast for a storm.', Dean said. It was too late to turn back and return whence they came. Before the brothers knew it, they were being sucked into a portal and dragged into a place that they had heard of but never seen. They were about to befriend some very unusual and interesting people that were exactly like they were. For once, it would be pleasant not to feel secluded from the so-called 'norm'. Yet, still, the entire process was rather bewildering and they wondered what twisted mind could've been thinking this sinister plot up and what the purpose behind it was. /div
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