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Mikiya – word: PHOENIX
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"Sam?"
The shaggy head jerks up from where it has been resting on the keyboard of the laptop. Tired, blood-shot eyes gaze up at him. "Whazzit?"
He puts a cup of coffee on the table between them, then glances at the computer and back at his brother. "You find anything? Can we help her?"
Sam just blinks at him for a long minute, then stares down at the small device, shoulders slumping even more. "No…" he all but whispers. "Not unless you know where to find all that Harry Potter stuff… 'tears of a phoenix', 'blood of a unicorn'…"
"Dammit…"
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ghost4 – word: DRAGON
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He loved dragons.
As a kid, they'd fascinated him. The power, the grace…the strength. Like big cats, snakes, and huge birds of prey all mixed into one. Dangerous and graceful and silent. Beautiful. He'd been almost disappointed when Dean told him they weren't real.
Then he got older. He got educated. Dragons were the metaphorical image of completeness – the reptile who flies. And monsters were dangerous, not beautiful.
Now, Lucifer asked again and again, and each time there was fire and pain and death.
The Dragon was real. And it was just as beautiful and deadly as he'd ever dreamed.