Disclaimer: Same stuff as in chapter one. No, the recognisable characters do not belong to me :) wish they did…but they don't. All characters not from the television show are mine; please ask if you want to play with them.

Author's note: Hey guys, sorry about the formatting of the last chapter, there was meant to be gaps between each characters point of view. The update didn't like it that way for some reason. Hopefully all the kinks have been worked out now and this chapter will be easier to understand. Props go to SeerBlack for pointing out the problem to me. Thanks babe :) Anyway hope you like chapter 2, here we go.

Winchester wives: The beginning

Ben cried out from upstairs so Emily went to bring him down to sit with us. He looks just like Dean all golden curls and big green eyes. He's still got that baby fat look. Not fat just chubby at the knees and elbows. He's so cute.

Emily reappeared and sat down with Ben on the couch. Ben looked over at me and I waved. He smiled at me and I could see his baby teeth in the moonlight. He settled into his mother's arms and she rubbed his back soothingly. He was fast asleep in no time.

Cradling her son close Emily whispered. "It's weird. I think he can tell when Daddy's not home."

I smiled at the thought of Dean being called 'Daddy'

"How did you and Dean meet?" I asked suddenly curious as to find out when and where this great romance started.

Emily giggled. I can count the amount of times I've heard Emily giggle on one hand. Hell on one finger so I was intrigued.

"He shot me"

"What!" I must have spoken to loud because Ben opened his eyes and gave me what was the baby equivalent of a shut up glare.

Switching Ben's position in her arms so his head lay against her shoulder, his breath moving the dark strands of her hair, Emily grinned.

'He shot me"

September 21st 2007

"Would you creep more quietly" Sam shot a look at his brother who was not taking this latest job very seriously.

"Oooh Sammy's scared of the big bad ghostie" Dean replied not even turning to look at his brother.

"Well excuse me for taking something that's killed a half dozen people in the past month seriously."

"A half dozen blind people who were confined to their rooms when the thing attacked them. Chill Sam I think we can take him"

The West Baltimore optical hospital had seen better days. It was no longer a centre of cutting edge laser surgery but was now a refuge for those people who couldn't for whatever reason have their sight fixed. The patients tended to be those who had recently gone blind and hadn't learnt to function in society alone. Sam could taste the fear and isolation of the blind patients. Dean might rip into him about being kinda psychic but in times like these he could tell his brother actually felt sorry for him. It was hard to enter a facility like this and not be affected by the inhabitants. It was quite another thing to feel the emotions of those whose world had been cut off from them when they lost their sight.

Turning down yet another dank corridor Sam stopped suddenly causing Dean to crash into him.

"Christ, look where you're going Sammy"

"Do.. Not.. Call.. Me.. Sammy!" Sam's voice was cold and calm and eerily creepy

"Okay Sammy chill" Dean replied ignoring him as usual

"God you are irritating"

"I try"

"Could you be serious for like, one second? I mean I know you're a dumb ass but even someone as stupid as you should be able to stay quiet for a minute or two."

"You're the one making all the noise, College boy"

"Shut up"

"Make me"

They both shut up quickly when they heard… nothing.

The hospital was completely silent. No nurses high heels clipped down the linoleum floors. No doctors asked patients how they were feeling. The elevators didn't ding as they arrived at their destination. Complete silence enveloped the brothers from all sides, like mist enshrouding them, cutting them off from the real world.

Dean snapped up his sawn off shot gun, fingering the extra rounds of rock salt cartridges that were in the coat of his dark leather jacket. Sam swung around a torch, the flashlight illuminating the suddenly dark corridor.

"What was that you were saying about how this was going to be easy?"

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It's actually rather funny to see two grown men fly through the air like some kind of ungainly birds. And it's even more bizarre when you think that the men where propelled by the mental energy of a six year old. Big strong hunters of all things supernatural were beaten into a bloody pulp by one of my honorary kid brothers.

But even I draw the line at witnessing murder.

"Malcolm James Perry you stop that this instant" I whispered at the crouching figure sitting a few metres in front of me. His little face peered out at me from under a mop of jet black hair. He grinned. I scowled. He grinned again. I swatted him across the head.

"Ow"

"Oh did that hurt?" I asked suppressing the urge to kiss the glare off his little face.

Mal gave up with the glaring and sat himself in my lap. He seemed to think that just because I was sitting down he could sit on me instead of the cold concrete. I dumped him on the floor.

Edging forward I peered through the broken pane of glass to catch a glimpse of the two idiots who couldn't take a hint and leave the hospital. We were trying to protect them but did anyone think of that. No. All they cared about was they're own ego. The harder me and Mal tried to keep them out of corridor D the harder they tried to get in. Bloody men.

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"What the..." Dean winced as he felt the large lump growing on the back of his head.

"That's going to hurt in the morning"

"It's already morning dumb ass" Sam replied picking himself up off the floor and dusting the muck off his jeans.

"Oh poor Sammy got dirt on his new jeans" Dean replied in a very bad imitation of a baby voice.

"How come whenever we get thrown at a brick wall I'm always the one who hits first and breaks your fall" he complained holding out his hand for his little brother to help him up.

"You've got a harder head. You can take a few bashings every now and then." Sam said pulling Dean to his feet.

"Finally admitting you're the delicate one huh?" Dean grinned.

Although they bantered like school children they were both running through the checklist

Way's out: none.

Directions: forward into the gloom or back the way they came.

Opponents: none that they could see but something had pitched them off their feet.

Weapons: heaps.

In less than a second both men had come up with the same conclusion.

Walk away? Hell no!

Dean took point and led the way, shotgun ready to shoot anything that got in his way.

Sam covered his back making sure nothing took them by surprise.

They had no idea what they were in for.

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Emily shook her head when she realised that Mal's little deterrent wasn't going to work. The strangers just picked themselves up and moved on. They walked like the soldiers she remembered from her youth. Long quick strides so that they covered ground quickly, weapons held at the ready, their bodies in a slight crouch to reduce their body mass and thus reduce themselves as a target. These boys had training.

But so did she.

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Sam didn't know what hit him. Something had him around the neck and was holding a rag over his mouth. He didn't even have time to grunt in pain before the formaldehyde knocked him unconscious. Emily slid him quietly to the floor and Mal and a few more members of her rag tag army dragged him out of sight. Now it was time for the cute one she thought to herself edging closer to the oblivious Dean.

Dean reached a sharp corner pushing himself against the crumbling plaster wall he edged his head around the bend only to catch a glimpse of a figure reflected in a window. The figure was creeping towards him from behind.

And if it was behind him it means it got past Sam.

Without a second thought Dean spun around and pulled the trigger.

The figure fell to the floor with a moan not disappearing like a spirit does when hit with rock salt.

Dean swore and moved forward.

He hadn't shot a murderous spirit hell bent on revenge.

He'd shot a girl.

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Emily woke to find the man she'd been trying to get rid of with his hands up her shirt.

No one touched her. Full stop. EVER!

Dean fell back in shock when the unconscious girl slapped him across the face with enough force to make his head ring.

Swearing she tried to drag herself away from him.

"Next time wait until you're sure I'm unconscious before you try and cop a feel you perv" The girl spat at him her eyes liquid steel as she glared at him.

Dean tried to stop her from moving; she'd only do herself more damage if she did. But he stopped when he saw the fear in her eyes. She was absolutely terrified that he was going to do something to her. Most people would be more afraid of the scary stranger with the shotgun in his hands, pistol jammed into his belt, knifes strapped to his wrists and ankles. But this girl was more scared of his hands. And that left him feeling cold inside. Someone had hurt this girl in the worst possible way, a way that scared more deeply than rock salt ever would.

Dean backed off.

Emily let out a breath she didn't realise she'd been holding when the strange man backed away a few feet. He looked at her like he was analysing her. It made her feel uncomfortable.

To break the ever growing silence Dean spoke softly to the girl

"Do you know what's going on here?" he asked

She nodded replying with a tone that was so slightly sarcastic that Dean was unsure whether he heard it or not.

"The question is do you know what's going on here?"

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Sam woke up with a headache so bad he thought someone had beaten his head in with a shovel, either that or he had got into a drinking contest with Dean and they'd polished off a couple of bottles of vodka. Drinking with his brother was never a good idea. He reached up and touched his tender head. Bizarrely he could find no wounds.

'Must have been the vodka'. He thought to himself trying to sit up with minimum success.

Someone pushed his shoulders into an upright position and he was able to see where he was.

The hospital basement was unbelievable. Bunk beds sat up against the walls, a couple of old couches sat in a loose formation in front of a television that had to be older then he was. The bare light globes made pools of light in the otherwise dark expanse of room and all around him were kids. He counted at least twenty, aged from about 15 down to a little girl who couldn't have been older than three or four. They were all staring at him with grins on their faces. It was a little creepy to say the least.

A voice called out from somewhere behind him

"Give him a slap across the face. That usually snaps him out of it."

He knew that voice.

"Dean. Where are you?"

"Where am I? Sit up and look behind you moron."

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother but his concentration never wavered from the semiconscious young woman. She didn't look like she could be any older than about nineteen or twenty but Dean had seen the hard edge in her eyes and her youthful visage covered the steel interior of a hunter.

He gently lifted her shirt up to uncover the ravaged skin. Luckily her heavy black jeans had taken some of the force of the blow but her stomach had received most of the rock salt. Her skin was torn in a thousand tiny holes, each ragged from where the salt had entered her skin. Dean had been nicked by a rock salt bullet in his early teens, just a graze against his upper arm and he knew how incredibly painful it was. He couldn't imagine the pain this girl was in having caught an entire pellet in the stomach at practically point blank range. His guilt overwhelmed him.

Sam came up behind him and cast a look at the injured girl.

"Christ. What did you do to her?"

"Shot her. Look, get me some warm water. I gotta get the salt out."

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Emily woke nice and warm tucked into a single bed toward the back of the basement. A hospital screen that had been pilfered from somewhere had been set up to shield her from prying eyes and her clothes had been carefully folded and were sitting on a chair by her bed. She let out a soft groan when she tried to sit up, her tummy was tightly bandaged with gauze and she smelt slightly of disinfectant. After five minutes of wriggling Emily managed to sit up and swing her legs out of the bed. Pulling on her dressing gown (an oversized military jacket) she slowly inched her way out of her 'room' and into the light of the hall. By the amount of sunlight flowing into the room from the small windows Emily guessed it was about 10am. She shuffled into the makeshift kitchen and fumbled around in the fridge for a bottle of milk, flipping of the cap she chugged down about half a pint before replacing the top and shoving it back.

"You like milk Huh?" Emily spun around so fast she nearly slipped and decapitated herself on a kitchen chair. Two big hands grabbed her by the upper arms and stopped her just before her face hit the ground.

"Don't sneak up on you. Got it." Dean laughed slightly pulling the invalid back to her feet.

Emily shot him a glare and wrenched herself free. For a long moment she stared at him, Dean fidgeted, slightly uncomfortable.

"You're the guy who shot me." She said plainly, there was no recrimination in her voice, she wasn't mad, just confused about why he was still here.

"Yeah um…Sorry about that." Dean said, his hands twitching involuntarily in nervousness. What was wrong with him today? She's just a girl, you charm the pants off (literally) of every woman you meet, this ones no different. Giving himself a mental slap Dean stuck out his hand "Dean Winchester at your service."

"Emily." She said simply shaking his outstretched hand.

Dean shrugged his broad shoulders "Emily what?"

"Just Emily."

Dean smiled "I like it, like Pink or Cher… Emily"

Emily didn't know why he was saying her name like he was tasting it, but as long as he stayed away from her she didn't care.

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Sam watched his brother closely over the next couple of days. He was fidgety and awkward, two words not usually connected to the suave hunter that was his older brother. If he didn't know any better he would say Dean had a little crush on Emily. Not that there was anything wrong with Emily, she just wasn't Dean's type. Well she did have two x chromosomes so I guess she automatically was Dean's type, but you know. She wasn't his type.

Dean went out of his way to be nice to her, pulling out a chair for her when food was being eaten in chairs, holding a door open until she passed through then letting it hit the next person in the face. He was acting weird, and Sam was loving every minute of it.

"Hey Dean" Sam asked gently when they were sitting on a bed, come couch, researching for the hospital hunt.

"Yes Sam" Dean didn't look up from the musty tome he was reading. (Another weird thing, since meeting Emily Dean seemed suddenly very willing to do research, as long as she was in the room)

"Why don't you just ask her for a coffee, it's just a drink, not a marriage proposal"

Dean looked up sharply, "Ask who for coffee?" he said innocently.

Sam could see right through him. "Oh…I dunno that 300 pound hospital cafeteria worker looked a bit lonely." Sam said exasperatingly. "Emily, moron, it's completely obvious you've got a thing for her."

"I do not have a thing."

Sam raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

"Okay so maybe I have little, tiny, miniscule, thing. But she'd never go for me."

"You won't know unless you ask."

"Since when did you get all smart and stuff, I liked it better when you thought I was nuts for even thinking about throwing dirt at a girl."

"Oh! So you finally grew out of the dirt throwing then?"

"Bite me."

"I'd rather you go bite the bullet and ask the girl out." Sam said basking in the glow of his infinite wisdom.

Dean smacked him with the heavy book. "Shut up bitch"

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"Hey Em…" Dean said shoving his hands into his jeans' pockets and leaning against the wall trying desperately to ignore Sam who was staring with obvious amusement at him from across the room.

"Hello Dean, is there something I can help you with?" Dean cursed himself in a dozen different languages; this would be a hell of a lot easier if she wasn't so nice.

"Ummm I was wondering if you wanted to go get some coffee….with me…sometime…maybe"

Emily looked up form where she was sitting on the floor putting together a list of supplies her team needed for the hunt.

"I don't think so, I don't drink coffee. It's to strong for me, makes me hyper."

Dean was caught somewhere between crushing disappointment that she'd turned him down and blinding hope she'd say yes to something else.

"I can order hot chocolate like the best of them." he suggested in what he hoped was a completely nonchalant tone of voice.

He met her eyes and she smiled. "Okay then. Now?"

Now? Oh crap she wanted to go now? Breathe Dean just breathe.

"Sure lets go." He succeeded in remaining cool and sophisticated. Just.

He stuck out his hand and she gratefully let him pull her to her feet. He held her hand for just a few seconds longer than was strictly necessary. Dusting invisible dirt off her hands Emily grabbed her wallet and stuffed it into one of her many jacket pockets.

"Let's go."

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'Okay so she said yes to a coffee. Not a coffee, coffee, but she said yes. Good. That's good. Oh my god what is wrong with me today?'

Dean took a sly glance to his left where Emily stood next to him waiting for an elevator to take then up to ground level. There were three basement levels in this hospital and Emily and her rag tag team of hunters had set up shop in the lowest one. He watched her out of the corner of his eyes. She hummed slightly to herself; Dean doubted she even knew she was doing it. 'God she's cute.'

The elevator arrived and they rode in silence to until it arrived in the hustling foyer of the hospital. Deana grabbed Emily's arm and pulled her to his side just in time for her to avoid being trampled by an attending doctor chasing after a run away patient.

Not in any hurry to let go of her Dean slipped an arm around her shoulders and guided her out of the front door.

The café they sat in wasn't anything special, same usual booths, same waitresses wishing they were somewhere else and same indestructible white china mugs. Dean watched in amusement as Emily added three spoonfuls of sugar, milk and marshmallows to her hot chocolate, looking down at his steaming cup of plain black coffee he felt suddenly very boring.

"So do you have any more ideas about what's haunting the hospital?" Emily asked with interest.

Dean suddenly felt really, really, embarrassed. She thought he'd asked her for coffee to talk about the hunt. Oh crap!

Dean shook his head and remained tight lipped.

"Some of the kids were thinking that it may have been a doctor who died about a year ago. He doesn't really seem like the hunt and strangle type of guy but he's the only death that's ever occurred in the hospital before last month."

"Sounds plausible, I guess."

"You think its something else?" She smiled "I bow to the infinite wisdom of the Winchester brothers on all things supernatural."

Dean smiled back gently "Me and Sam are okay I guess."

"False modesty is a major turn off Dean." Emily teased.

Leaning froward, elbows resting on the table Dean grinned "In that case then. Sam and I are the best hunters you are ever going to meet, Sam's kinda psychic, we can both kill pretty much anything and you know, I'm really pretty."

Making her laugh made him feel ridiculously happy, he needed to do this hunt and get the hell away from her before he did something stupid.

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JUST 5 MORE MINUTES…..okay brain, just 5 more minutes.

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Three hours later Emily and Dean finally left the café and walked slowly back toward the hospital. They walked closely together, not touching but every now and then their shoulders would brush together and they would share an embarrassed glance. Time had flown and Dean had found himself telling her everything about himself. His disastrous previous relationships, how his dad had died, about the demon, even about his fear of flying. He found it easy to talk to her and she listened attentively to even the most boring of his stories.

The hospital was all but deserted so their stroll to the elevator was unhindered. With growing regret Dean pushed the down button and the lift cranked noisily descending to the basement.

Emily watched Dean from the other side of the elevator. They stood facing each other, both leaning against the handrails, staring at each other. Dean was unlike any man she'd ever met. He understood her on a molecular level; it was like he'd always been a part of her life. But nothing would happen. She wouldn't let it. It was unfair to drag anyone into the cess pool that was her very existence.

Dean watched as Emily carefully closed those doors he'd been trying so very hard to open. She withdrew into herself, the soldier in her taking over, shoving the girl he wanted to be with back into the far reaches of her soul. She physically slumped under the weight on her shoulders. He dimly realised that the entire time they'd sat in the diner she hadn't mentioned anything about herself. She'd get him talking about himself than he'd get sidetracked and before he knew it they were talking about the morality of Barcelona bullfighting or which has the more artificial favour, green or blue jelly. This girl was better at bullshitting than Sam! And that was saying something.

Dean was about to say something about Emily's sudden mood change when the elevator came to a screeching halt. The grate on the roof lit up with sparks as the machine tried in vain to battle against the paranormal forces holding it in place. The winch whined painfully a high pitched noise grating in the passenger's ears. Having both sunk to the floor with their hands over their ears Emily and Dean moved as one towards the emergency panel. Emily grabbed the red phone off the hook and started yelling into it but she received no reply. Dean punched the emergency stop button and the screeching shut off as the elevator cables took up the lift's weight.

"What's going on?" Emily whispered in the sudden silence.

"There's nothing wrong with the elevator. It wanted to keep going down but something was stopping it. That's why it was screeching." Dean answered, already climbing to his feet. Emily took his hand and they moved to stand under the lattice like roof panel that was vibrating slightly in the cool air of the shaft.

Dean looked at Emily with a lewd expression on his face. "So I guess we're stuck here then huh? All alone with no one coming to rescue us."

Emily blushed, a slight pink tinge covering her cheeks and spreading down her neck.

"They'll come for us."

Dean sighed and slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

"Not until morning at the very earliest."

"Why won't they come until then… we've been out for hours already, surely they'll notice we've not come back yet."

Dean smiled a little at her apparent innocence. "They'll notice that you've not come home because you're out with me. And believe me there is no way in hell Sam is going to come looking for me if he thinks I'm in some hotel with you."

"Why would we be…Oh!"

Dean grinned at her very pink cheeks. "You're cute and I'm a lady killer. Believe me its not that unbelievable."

"It's not that."

"Then what?"

"One of the girls, Lucinda, she told me once that she thought it would be so romantic to spend the night in an elevator with a cute boy." She laughed. "And she has a big crush on you. She'll be so jealous when they all find out where I've been."

"Lucinda huh? What the hell am I doing taking you out when I could be spending quality time with Lucinda?"

Em smirked "Lucinda is 14, so it's kinda illegal Dean. Plus you like me, not her."

Now it was Dean's turn to blush. "You know? …I'm going to kill Sam."

"Sam didn't tell me, although he did give me lots of knowing looks, I just kinda knew."

Dean stared at her

She bowed her head, long ash coloured hair hiding her face. "I like you too."

Although she couldn't see him smile, she could feel it radiating towards her. Before she knew it Dean had slid over and was sitting next to her. Brushing away her hair he kissed her gently on the lips. Timidly she returned his embrace lightly running her hands up his arms and linking her hands behind his neck. The kiss deepened and long moments later they pulled away breathless and laughing.

Dean pulled her into his lap cupping her face in his hands he kissed her again tempting her with his lips and tongue. Clothes were pulled off with careful caresses, each expanse of skin being explored with mouth and hand. Dean paused when the bloody tares in Emily's stomach were exposed to his hungry eyes. He gently brushed over the badly bruised skin, watching her closely for any sign of pain. She smiled at him, white teeth against puffy lips. "Meeting you has left a mark on me." She whispered in his ear. Dean looked utterly relieved when she pulled him down atop her.

"I'm sorry." He kissed her face gently.

She kissed him something fierce "I'm not."

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Dean woke up stark naked and freezing cold. Emily was snuggled into his side craving the warmth of his body. He gently brushed his thumb over her swollen lips; he'd left teeth marks on them. Her eyes fluttered open at the soft caress and she shivered, whether from the cold or from his touch Dean wasn't sure, but her eyes held no sign of regret.

They pulled on their clothes in silence and settled in a corner, arms wrapped securely around each other for warmth and comfort. They sat with their heads resting together, temple to temple and waited.

Emily stared talking about her life. How her mum and dad had been killed in a hit and run when she was 3 and how she'd gone to live with her mother's brother and his wife. It was them who had introduced her to hunting. When they had been killed in a flash flood she'd taken to the streets and met up with some other kids. She spoke about how she had started up her gang, mainly street kids who had lost their folks to paranormal nasties. Dean was amazed at the depth of her resolve. He wondered if he and Sam would have survived living in such circumstances. "Sometimes I wish I could give them a normal life. Free of responsibilities. Every day I consider calling social services and getting them out into homes." Her grey eyes looked beseechingly into Dean's soul. "Does that make me an awful person?"

"Nope, makes you a good person to have around though."

He kissed her reassuringly, lips brushing against her mouth and cheek. "If you treated them like soldiers you'd be an awful person, but you don't. You treat them like kids who have gifts, kids who are special."

Emily nodded, smiling at him.

"But who takes care of you Em?"

She wrapped her arms around is chest snuggling deeper into his arms. "You will, and I'll take care of you."

Present

"So what happened then?" Chloe asked with interest.

"Well seventeen hours and twenty three minutes after the elevator had shuddered to a stop Sam and the kids dug up some bones buried under the elevator shaft. The ghost was so busy keeping the lift from moving he didn't even notice the disturbance to his bones until Sam set them on fire. The lift crept to the ground floor and I sat down the kids and explained that they were going to go somewhere where they could go to a real school and have a real life."

"I bet they loved hearing that." Chloe said sarcastically.

Emily sighed and stretched out her cramped legs. "They argued with me and grumbled and some even cried. But it was the best thing for them. They were all settled in Seattle so they keep in touch with each other, and they email me form time to time."

"I just can't believe he seriously shot you?" Chloe sounded disbelieving.

Emily laughed. "Yep, right here." She rubbed her pregnant stomach lovingly.

"You wanna see the scar?" Chloe nodded and Emily lifted the hem of Dean's oversized t-shirt that she was wearing to reveal her tummy. Round and full, her skin was pulled tightly over her womb and in the dim light cast in from the kitchen Chloe could see hundreds of miniscule dark patches on her skin.

Pulling back down the shirt Emily grinned, perfect white teeth flashing in the gloom. "Dean's never really forgiven himself for what happened, so every anniversary he tries to make it up to me." She laughed patting her tummy again. "Our anniversary was 6 months ago."

Chloe chuckled and a comfortable silence filled the living room.

Next chapter explores what disasters occur when a Winchester tries to get married. Chaos abounds,

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