She was scared, and didn't know anything about herself. Moments ago, she had woken up, in a field, with no memory of anything, at all. She had no clue what her name, age, height, weight, anything was. She didn't know if she had parents, siblings, or any family at all. She looked around, but didn't recognize anything. She ran a hand through her head, and decided that she needed to get walking. Maybe she would run into someone that might be able to help her.
She lost track of how long she'd been walking for. There was no traffic on the road, and no houses, or anything along the road. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to walk for. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a vehicle. She stopped walking, and started waving her arms. Hopefully, they could help her. It didn't look like the person was going to stop. She needed to do something to make them. She got into the road a little more, waving her arms still. The person behind the wheel stomped on the breaks, and skidded to a stop in front of her. She breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly got into the passenger side of the car. The man behind the wheel looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Thank you so much for stopping." She said.
"I didn't really have a choice, you were in the middle of the road." He told her.
She put her seat belt on. The man started driving again. He was looking over at her, cautiously. It was like he was just waiting for her to attack him.
"So, where are you going?" The guy asked.
She shook her head.
"I don't know. I can't remember anything. I just woke up in a field, with no memory of anything. You are the first person that I've come across." She said.
She laid her head against the window.
"Darling, that sucks that it happened to you, but you might not want to be around me. I'm not good luck to be around. I'm heading to Sioux Falls South Dakota, you can ride as far as that, but that's as far as I'm going." He told her.
She sighed, and looked over at him. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. He looked vaguely familiar.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Why?" He asked.
She bit her lip.
"I know nothing about myself, but you...you look familiar. Do you know me?" She asked him.
He looked surprised.
"I don't think so." He said.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"If I had met you before, I would have remembered you." He said.
She shook her head.
"I'm very confused then. You look familiar to me. Like, we've met before, but I can't place your name. Why would I not remember who I am, but you look familiar?" She asked.
"I don't know. My name is Dean Winchester, if that helps with anything." He said.
Something clicked inside her brain, and her mouth dropped open.
"Oh good Lord! How is this possible? How do I know who you are, but still not know who I am? How do I know you?" She asked.
He was frowning at her.
"I know that I've never met you before, it's not possible, I would have remembered you, definately. What do you know about me?" Dean asked.
She grimaced.
"You were four when your mother was killed by a demon. Since then, your father drove you and Sammy around the country, fighting everything supernatural. Sammy went to college, your father went missing, you went to go get Sammy to help you find him. Sam's girlfriend died, and he starts hunting with you again, and you two start searching for your father. You guys found him, but get into a terrible accident, which initially killed you, but before you could go with Tess, the reaper, your father sold his soul, in exchange to bring you back to life. Then, you guys go after Azazel, the yellow eyed demon, the one that killed your mom, and had Jess killed, but he kidnaps Sam. Sammy is special, with...gifts. It's why Azazel kidnapped him. He manages to send you images, and you and Bobby find him. Unfortunately, Jake, another special kid, kills Sam. You get the bright idea to sell your soul, to bring Sammy back. Just like John did for you. You got a year to live, instead of ten, like a normal cross road deal. However, it was a better deal than what John got. Anyways, you found out where Azazel was going to be, and went after him, in a grave yard. You had the Colt, and killed him. Unfortunately, in the process of killing the demon, you guys opened a hell gate, and let out an army of demons and things from Hell. You guys try getting you out of your deal, and find out that a demon, Lilith, has your contract, so you start going after her. You finally catch up to Lilith, but time runs out, and Hell Hounds send you to hell. If I'm correct, you look like you've just gotten back from Hell. How far off am I?" She asked.
He looked at a loss for words. He cleared his throat.
"That's a skimmed down version, but yes, I just got back from Hell. How the hell did you know those things? If you know that much about me, we must know each other, but that's the thing, I don't know you. What are you?" He asked.
She shook her head.
"I don't know. Trust me, I'm confused too, especially, since I know way more about you, that you don't even know about yourself." She said.
He frowned.
"Yeah, like what?" He asked.
"Your future, what you haven't done yet." She said.
"How? I don't even know what's going to happen." He said.
"You're headed to Bobby's right, you're thinking that he can help you find Sammy." She said.
"How the hell do you know that?" He asked.
"For some fucked up reason, I know everything about you, but nothing about myself. Just for the record, when Sam tells you that it wasn't him that brought you back, he's telling you the truth." She said.
He shook his head.
"If it wasn't him, then who was it?" He asked.
"Not a who, a what. Angels." She told him.
"Angels?" He said.
She nodded.
He studied her for a moment, then laughed.
"You almost had me there for a minute. You came so close, but then you screwed up. If you actually knew me, then you would know that there is no such thing as angels. I don't know how you knew all of that stuff about me, but you are crazy." He said.
"Oh good Lord! Angels are real, you've even encountered one! That back there at the store, was an Angel, talking to you. Only, you couldn't understand him." She told him.
"I've seen a lot of crap in my life, but this might just be the weirdest thing I've ever dealt with." He muttered.
"Don't worry, with what is coming your way, this will look almost normal." She said.
"What does that mean?" He asked, worry creeping into his voice.
She exhaled loudly, and looked out the window, at the passing blur.
"Now you don't want to talk? What's coming?" He demanded.
"The apocalypse." She told him.
He grabbed her arm. She looked at him.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He demanded.
"Things have been set in motion. They lead to the apocalypse. It's not pretty, but war never is pretty." She said with a sigh.
"Okay, who the hell are you, and how the hell do you know all of this?" He demanded.
"I swear to you Dean, I don't know who I am. I don't know how I know what I know. I don't know why I am here with you, the only person that I know everything about, and not in my life, whatever that may have been. I need these answers, and if I know anything, you are the best at what you do. You are my best chance at getting those answers. I trust you completely, please try to trust me, I will try never to lie to you, I just want answers, we deserve answers, please help me. I will willingly take the tests. Did you grab salt back there? I can eat some to prove that I'm not a demon, or ghost, or whatever hates salt." She told him.
It looked like his head was going to explode.
"Dean?" She asked.
He gave a nod. She turned, looking through a bag in the backseat of the car. She grabbed the canister of salt, and a water bottle. She turned back around, put the water bottle between her legs, and opened it. She opened the salt, and then poured a ton of salt into the water. She closed the salt, and tossed it into the back. She capped the water bottle, and shook it well. She reopened it, and drank it down. She closed the bottle again. She looked over at him.
"I'm not a demon. I am not an enemy. I could be of great use to you. Will you please help me?" She asked.
He was silent for a moment.
"There are a laundry list of other tests that you need to pass. If you pass, then we will talk about everything else." He told her.
"Thank you Dean." She told him.
He gave a nod.
He drove faster, to get to Bobby's.
X*X*X
"Bobby isn't going to believe you're you, just to warn you. He knows you're dead, and well, he's not expecting you to be walking, let alone knocking on his door, or breathing." She said.
"Right." He said.
"Just be careful." She said.
He rolled his eyes, and got out of the car.
"Just stay here, when I prove I'm me to him, I will come and get you. Then you'll do the tests." He told her.
She nodded.
"I'll be right back." He said.
He shut the door, and headed for Bobby's door. She turned and propped her feet up on the dash. This was going to take a few minutes, might as well get comfortable. She would have tried calling for Cas, but he was good little soldier Cas right now, he would be of no help to her at the moment. She exhaled loudly. What the hell was she going to do?
She got tired of waiting for him. She got out of the car, and headed for the house. She opened the door, and walked in. Dean was sitting at a computer, and Bobby had his back to her.
"Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" Dean asked Bobby.
"Not really, he found demonic activity there, he has no clue that you are back." She told him.
Bobby spun around.
"Who the hell are you?!" Bobby demanded.
She gave a shrug.
"I don't know. I'm still trying to figure that one out myself. Sorry, I got bored. I thought Dean would have told you about me. Well, that is, what little we know." She said.
Bobby looked at Dean.
"She's the one I told you about. I almost ran her over." Dean said.
"Maybe you should have." Bobby said.
She frowned.
"That hurt." She told him.
Bobby stared at her for a moment, then looked at Dean again.
"She's either a really good actress, or she's genuine. Have you tested her?" Bobby asked.
"She passed the salt test." Dean said.
Bobby nodded.
"Let's finish the tests then. I want to prove that I'm not your enemy." She said.
Bobby got everything that they would need, and she sat down. She did test after test, and the worst one was when she had to cut herself with a silver knife. She didn't like it, but she did it. She cleaned it up, and patched it. When she finished, she returned to her seat.
"So, Pontiac, Illinois, right? That's where Sam is. Maybe we should get going. It's been four months Dean, you can't tell me that you don't want to see Sammy." She said.
"Tell me again why I should believe you, and take you with us?" Dean asked.
She sighed.
"For some twisted reason, I know nothing about myself, but I know everything about you. I could be helpful to avoid the coming war leading to the apocalypse." She said.
"Right. Nothing much, I guess." He said sarcastically.
"Sam is still in Pontiac, but not for much longer. We should get going." She said.
X*X*X
It was dark when they had finally gotten to the motel that Sam was located at. They walked to the end of the long hall, and knocked at the door. She was behind both Dean and Bobby, and couldn't see over them. A woman opened the door, thinking that they were the pizza that she'd ordered.
"Hey ya Sammy." Dean said.
She leaned up against the wall.
Sam suddenly leaped at Dean. The woman screamed, and got out of the way. Bobby was trying to reassure Sam, that it was actually Dean. It took a moment, but Sam finally realized that it really was Dean. The woman decided to leave, and Bobby and she decided to enter the room, and shut the door behind them. She took a seat next to Bobby. Sam turned his attention to her.
"Who are you?" Sam asked.
"Still trying to figure that one out." She said.
Sam looked to Dean for help.
"I almost ran her over. She got into the car I was driving, and she hasn't left since." Dean said with a shrug.
She rolled her eyes.
"Very funny Dean. Seriously, I woke up with no memory of anything. I hitched a ride with Dean, and realized that I knew pretty much everything about him, and you. I have no idea why, or how I'm doing it, but I am." She said.
Sam looked at Dean in confusion. Dean nodded.
"That's not the best part dude. Go ahead, tell him." Dean said.
"There's going to be a war, leading up to the apocalypse. I also think that I should stick around. I could be very helpful to you guys." She said.
Sam looked back at Dean. Dean gave a smile, and nod.
"Oh yeah. I didn't believe her at first, and I'm not even sure that I believe her now, but she's said some...convincing things." Dean said.
"Like what?" Sam asked, finding his voice again.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Dean cut her off.
"Just tell him something that you know, not the whole history again." Dean told her.
She nodded.
"Fine. Let's see, there's so much, which one to choose. Sammy here, believes in Angels, God, and prays almost every day." She said.
Sam frowned.
"First, my name is Sam, not Sammy, and second that could have been a guess, a good one, but still, not impressive." Sam said.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"You got a 274 on your LSATs, Jessica was your girlfriend, you were psychic, because Azazel bled into your mouth. You were 22 when you first got your...gift, or curse, whatever you want to call it. Is that enough, or should I keep going?" She asked.
"She's a ball, isn't she?" Dean asked.
"A laugh a minute. Can we get to one of the big issues at hand please?" She asked.
"Which issue is that exactly?" Bobby asked.
"I need a name. Something to call myself until we can figure out who I am and why I know what I know about you guys." She said.
"You want us to come up with a name for you?" Dean asked.
She nodded.
"Sure, I don't see why not, but Dean, keep it clean, no stripper or hooker names please." She said.
Sam laughed.
"She knows you." Sam said.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"So, I guess that Cinamon is out of the question then?" Dean asked.
"That's not funny." She told him.
"I thought it was." Dean said.
She shook her head.
They ran down a list of names, and finally, Bobby came up with one that she liked. Christa. She thought it was pretty.
"Great, that problem is solved, let's move on to the next problem, how the hell did I get out of Hell? Christa says that Sam didn't sell his soul. Sam, did you sell your soul to bring me back?" Dean asked.
"No." Sam said.
"Don't lie to me." Dean said.
"I'm not lieing to you Dean. No demon would deal with me." Sam said.
Dean frowned.
"Great. What the hell had the juice to bring me out of Hell?" Dean asked.
Christa held her hand up, wiggling her fingers.
"I already told you, you just don't want to believe me." Christa said.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"What did you say?" Sam asked.
"Angels." Christa said.
Sam gave a nod.
"I can't believe you believe that. Sam, you of all people know my feelings about Angels." Dean said.
"I know that you don't believe me right now, but trust me, you're going to change your mind about that in about a day, if I have my timeline correct. Two days at the most." Christa said.
Dean frowned.
"That's not creepy, at all." Dean muttered.
"You'll see." She said with a sigh.
"Right. Let me call a friend of mine, Pamela, she's a psychic. She might be able to help." Bobby said.
"She'll help." Christa said.
"Right. Let me just call and check with her before we just show up at her door." Bobby said.
Christ nodded.
"Of course." Christa said.
Bobby looked at Dean, Dean shrugged, and then Bobby went to call Pam. Christa went over to the fridge, and pulled a beer out. She took the cap off, and threw it in the garbage. She went to sit down again, as Sam gave Dean back his necklace. Dean thanked him as he put the necklace around his neck. Sam took a deep breath, and then asked Dean how Hell was. Dean looked uncomfortably at Christa, and then looked back at Sam. Dean told Sam that he didn't know, that he must have blacked it out.
"Thank God for that." Sam said.
Dean agreed. Dean took a drink from his beer, and then went to the bathroom. Christa watched him leave, and felt overwhelmed with compassion for him, and everything that he had gone through in hell. Sam took a seat next to her. He studied her for a moment.
"So do you have any theories about why you are here?" Sam asked.
She exhaled loudly, and gave him a small smile.
"I could probably think of a list. Each one worse than the one before it. The coming future isn't the best for anyone." She said.
"That's right, you said that the apocalypse is coming, didn't you?" Sam asked.
She smiled.
"You are going to wish that I was only joking about that." She told him.
"How can you be so sure that you know what is going to happen?" Sam asked.
"I know what is going to happen to you guys many years into the future. It is so detailed, that I'm convinced that I'm right. I mean, I've been right so far, right?" She asked.
He smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, pretty much. This is so weird." Sam said.
"Tell me about it." She said with a sigh.
A few moments later, Dean returned from the bathroom, as Bobby returned from calling Pam. Christa and Dean finished their beers, and headed for Pam's. Dean didn't like how Sam had 'douched up' the Impala. Christa rolled her eyes, and got comfortable in the back. She had to dodge Sam's ipod, and jack, when Dean threw it in the back. They followed Bobby to Pam's house.
Christa closed her eyes, and pretended to be sleeping, so the boys could talk. She wanted to sleep, but it never came to her. Dean and Sam were tense towards each other. Sam was lieing to Dean, just as Dean had lied to Sam about remembering hell.
Christa got lost in her thoughts about what she knew, where they were headed, and maybe, just maybe, she could make a change for the better for them. Maybe she could help them not go through so much loss. Maybe she could save them. They were broken, from what she knew of them. It had all started with Sam betraying Dean. If she could just fix that, then maybe, what she knew wouldn't happen. She could stop it all before it even happened. She had to be smart about how she did it though. Everything could go severely wrong, and it could possibly become worse. That wasn't good.
X*X*X
It was daylight out before they reached Pam's house. Bobby knocked, and Pam opened the door. She happily hugged Bobby, then welcomed Dean and Sam. Bobby then introduced Christa. Pam was very interested in Christa. Pam said that Christa was different from anyone that she's ever met before. Christa wasn't sure how she should take that. Pam put her arm around Christa, and led her inside the house, telling them that she would try to help them both. They would put Christa in a trance, and try to find out what her subconcious knew that her concious didn't.
Christa laid down, and Pam put Christa in a trance, asking about her memories. Christa calmly told them that it was nothing but blackness. She couldn't see anything. Pam dug further, demanding Christa think and remember. The deeper Pam dug, affected Christa. Her nose started bleeding. Christa told Pam to get out of her mind, that she didn't see anything. Sam told Pam to stop, and Pam agreed.
Pam released Christa from the trance. Christa opened her eyes, and looked at them.
"Did it work? Did I remember anything?" Christa asked.
Pam gave her a reassuring smile, handing her a tissue.
"Sorry, I thought that it would work. We can try something different later, if you want. You might want to wipe your nose." Pam said.
Christa cleaned the blood from her upper lip.
"Okay, now, for Dean, we will be having a seance." Pam said.
Christa looked at Pam.
"That's not a good idea Pam. It's a bad idea, trust me on this one. You will lose your eyes, if you try looking at him." Christa said.
Pam laughed.
"I'm sure that I'll be fine. I'm just going to look at him, and then I'll be done." Pam said.
Christa shook her head.
"Pam, please, if you look directly at him, it will burn your eyes out." Christa said.
Pam took Christa's hand.
"He won't even know I'm there." Pam said.
Christa shook her head.
"I've warned you." Christa said sadly.
Pam smiled, then went to get the table ready for the seance. Bobby came up to Christa.
"She's tough, and is good at what she does, she'll be fine." Bobby told her.
"Of course she'll be fine, just minus her eyes, that's all." Christa said, sitting down at the table.
Dean sat down on her left, while Sam was on her right. They held hands, and Pam started. Christa closed her eyes. Pam began the spell to bring Castiel forth.
Just as Christa had predicted, Pam was not able to look at Castiel, without it burning out her eyes. Sam called 911. Bobby stayed with Pam, while Dean, Sam, and Christa headed into town to get something to eat.
"Dean, order me something, I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." Christa said.
Dean waved her off, and went to find somewhere to sit. Christa went to the bathroom. She went to the sink, and splashed her face with cold water. Why hadn't Pam listened to her? She would have been fine if she hadn't done the seance. Christa shook her head, as she thought of something. They were at the diner. Her heart skipped a beat. She needed to get to Dean. She raced out of the bathroom, and over to where Dean and Sam were talking. She quickly sat down next to Dean, and across from Sam.
"We should go." Christa said.
"What?" Dean said.
"This diner is full of demons. We should get going." Christa said, uncomfortably.
The waitress brought over the three pies. Instead of leaving, she sat down.
Dean looked over at the woman.
"What do you think you're doing?" Dean asked.
"You're looking for us, aren't you?" The woman asked.
Her eyes turned black.
"Told you." Christa muttered, as a demon locked the front door.
"Not now Christa." Sam hissed.
"Christa is right though. So, Dean, how did get to be the lucky one? How did you get out of hell?" She demanded.
"I don't know." Dean said.
"Don't you know that Lieing is a sin, Dean. Don't push me, I can put you back there if I want to." She threatened him.
Sam was about to jump the demon, but Dean stopped him.
"It's okay Sam, I'm not lieing, I don't know who pulled me out, but I think that neither do you. You're just as clueless as I am, and you're scared, scared that whoever pulled me out, is powerful enough to put you back in. So, I'm thinking that you're not going to do anything to me, or Sam." Dean said.
The demon just sneered at Dean. Christa crossed her arms in front of her.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that." The demon spat at him.
Christa gave a laugh. All eyes turned to her.
"What is so funny Christa?" Dean demanded.
"This is a waste of time Dean, in a few hours, they will be slaughtered, all of them. They can feel that the end is near. Let's get going." Christa said, standing up.
She didn't wait for them, she just headed for the door, unlocked it, and walked out of the diner. She headed for the Impala. She heard Dean and Sam talking about the demons in the diner. They got into the car, and headed for the motel room.
X*X*X
Dean was currently sleeping, while reading through a file that was on his lap. Christa was watching him as he slept. She saw Sam walking out of the room. She stood, and followed him outside.
"I know where you're going Sam. You shouldn't trust her. She will lead you down the wrong path, to the point that it breaks your relationship with Dean. She is not to be trusted." Christa told him.
"I don't know what you're talking about Christa." Sam told her.
She shook her head.
"Yes you do, you just don't want to admit it. Dean is going to find out that Ruby is still alive, and that you've been working with her, not just that, but that you're using your powers, and drinking her blood." Christa said.
He looked horrified.
"I'm not doing that!" He said.
"You might not be drinking it now, but you will be soon enough. Don't give into her though, you are stronger than she is, don't let her lead you right into hell." Christa said.
"I will be fine Christa. You should get some sleep." Sam said.
Christa exhaled loudly, but turned, and went back into the room, shutting the door behind her. She needed to make him see what she knew, so he could save himself. She took a seat on the couch, and closed her eyes, trying to figure out a plan to open Sam's eyes.
She didn't get to think for too long. A piercing tone was getting louder. It was very incomfortable for her, but it looked like it was more painful on Dean. She went over to him, to try to help him. The mirror on the ceiling shattered, spraying glass all over them. Bobby burst in, and grabbed them. They headed for Bobby's car. She was in the middle, between them, in the front seat. She began cleaning the blood that had come from Dean's ear. Dean said that his head was ringing, but he was fine, overall. He said that it was time to talk to whoever it was, face to face. Bobby wasn't too sure about that idea.
"Don't worry, Bobby, it will be fine." Christa said.
Bobby shook his head, but drove. Dean called Sam, to find out where he was, and why he took the Impala? Sam lied, of course, telling Dean that he was getting a burger. Dean, in turn, lied to Sam, saying that they were at a bar, and they would meet up later.
Christa rolled her eyes. This was one of their major flaws to begin with. Neither knew how to tell the other the truth. She needed to break that cycle, if she even considered to change the future. She needed them to trust each other. She exhaled loudly, and watched the darkened scenery fly by.
X*X*X
They were sitting around waiting for something to happen. They had finished putting every sidgil, and symbol on the inside of the barn, that they could think of, or find. All they had to do now was wait. Dean wasn't very patient.
Finally, noise could be heard. It sounded like the wind had picked up. The lights began blowing, shooting out sparks. The barn doors opened on their own, and a man slowly walked in, heading for them. Christa stood behind Dean and Bobby, as the man walked towards them. They started shooting at the man as he got to them. They set their guns down, and Dean picked up his knife. The man stopped when he got in front of Dean.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"I am the one that gripped you tight, and raised you from Perdition."
"Yeah. Thanks for that." Dean said.
Christa sighed as she watched Dean stab the man in the chest. Nothing happened, just like she knew nothing would. Dean was surprised. The man gave a small, silly smile, and took the knife out of his chest. He let it fall to the ground. Dean looked over at Bobby, and Bobby tried taking the man's head of with a crow bar. The man easily stopped the attack, and put two fingers to Bobby's forehead. Bobby dropped like a sack of potatoes. Christa shook her head again.
"We need to talk Dean, alone." The man said.
Dean went over to Bobby, and checked his pulse.
"Bobby will be fine Dean, he's just sleeping for a little while." Christa said.
Dean frowned at her. He then turned his attention to the man.
"Who are you?" Dean demanded.
"I am Castiel." He said.
"I got that, what are you?" Dean asked.
Cas looked at Dean.
"I am an Angel of the Lord."
Dean stood up.
"I told you Dean." Christa told him.
Dean put his hand up to silence her.
"There's no such thing." Dean said.
Castiel turned to face Dean fully.
"This is your problem Dean. You have no faith." Castiel said.
Lightning flashed, and they watched as Castiel's shadow wings opened up. They looked amazing, beautiful.
"Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes." Dean said.
Castiel looked genuinely uncomfortable about that.
"I warned her not to look at me directly. My true form can be overwhelming." Castiel said.
"I also told her that, but she was certain that nothing would happen to her." Christa said.
"You're not helping Christa." Dean said.
"My voice, as you know, can be quite overwhelming also." Castiel said.
"So, at the gas station, and the motel room, that was you?" Dean asked.
Castiel gave a nod.
"Buddy, next time, turn the volume way down." Dean told him.
"It was my mistake. Some people can see my true visage." Castiel said.
"What visage are you in now? Holy tax accountant?" Dean asked.
Castiel looked down at himself.
"This is a vessel."
"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean asked.
"He was a devout man, he actually prayed for this." Castiel told Dean.
Christa crossed her arms in front of her, just taking the whole scene in front of her in. Dean could be stubborn when he wanted. Dean wanted to know why Castiel had saved him? Castiel looked straight into Dean's eyes, and when he spoke, his voice was strong.
"Because God comanded it. Because we have work for you." Castiel told him.
X*X*X
Author's note:
This story will follow Season 4, possibly into season 5. Some changes have been made to acompany my original character. This is my first chapter story in a while. Please enjoy. More chapters to come. Also check out some of my other stories, while waiting for me to update this story.
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