Plutobaby494: Hey, I'm back!! And ready with the next chapter! Sorry it took a couple more weeks longer than I originally planned, but school started the day I got back from my camping trip and I thought I could squeeze a little writing time in between!! It worked out so much better in my head…
I haven't even had time to read some of the stories!!! ( If I am reviewing one of your stories and haven't reviewed yet, I am so sorry!! I'll get to it as soon as I can!!)
I can't make any promises though! I probably won't be able to write a chapter a day, so you'll have to be very patient with me!! Because now the school owns me from seven in the morning to three in the afternoon!! Dumb public school system, though I only have a year and a half to go!! Than I'll be out in the real world!! (shudders) Kinda scary, how time flies by!!
And I now have a job on top of that! But I'll try my best for you guys!!
And if anyone's interested I had a great time camping!! It was really beautiful with the trees, rocks and the wildlife!! And I will now assure artgirl150 that my notebook was safe from fanfiction squirrels! Though they had a particular interest in my bread!! We had a sneaky chipmunk that wouldn't stop stealing the bread!! Ooh, and there was a lake! We went rafting, my dad, sister and I, and went fishing! My sister caught a fish and I… well… I caught a stick!! But don't let it fool you! That stick gave quite a fight!!
(cough, cough) Anyway! Hope you like this chapter!!
Disclaimer: Do not own Charmed or Supernatural!!
Chapter 9
It was silent at room 218 of the Starside motel. It took Dean a few moments to process the fact that Sam was really standing in the doorway and he was not some figment of his imagination. He may have lost touch with his brother over the years but the only thing he new would never change about Sam was his pig-headed stubbornness.
If Sam was adamant that Chris was innocent, there're wasn't a whole lot that could change his mind. It must have taken something earth-shattering that drove him here during the middle of the night.
Sam looked absolutely frazzled. There was no other words that could describe it. His wavy brown hair was thrown back suggesting he had spent a lot of time running his large hands through it. His face displayed an array of emotions, distress being the most obvious.
Sam stared at his gaping brother with conflicted eyes, wondering why Dean hadn't broke out his 'I told you so's' and just stood there doing a good impression of a fish.
"Can I come in" he asked, tentatively. Dean hadn't made any gesture that he was welcome or if he was being rejected. He wouldn't have blamed Dean if he'd slammed the door in his face. He would've deserved it for everything he had done these last few days.
Dean nodded and stepped away, allowing Sam to enter the room. He noticed that instead of a single queen, Dean had ordered two. He raised his eye brows momentarily but didn't comment.
Sam sunk to the nearest bed with a sigh and laid his hands in his lap. They seemed like the most interesting thing in the world.
Dean swallowed all his questions as he stared at his brother. Pushing him would only result in another fight. It was the last thing either of them wanted.
"You were right" Sam muttered absently, lost in a trance. Guilt flashed in his eyes and Dean hid his grin.
He wanted to be sympathetic, he really did, but Sam had flipped him onto the backburner the last few days and his jealous nature was rearing its ugly head. Growing up, Sam had been his best friend and he had been his. Even the friends that Sam had made, he came before them. Dean wasn't used to sharing his little brother and had hid it well. But now that Chris was a potential murderer, it changed everything.
Sam repeated himself, sounding like a broken record and Dean wondered what could have happened to Sam that reduced him to this. He felt a surge of anger towards Chris, knowing it had something to do with him.
"Sam, what happened?" Dean finally asked, not wanting to see his brother in this state any longer.
Sam jerked his face up to meet him, "Aren't you happy? You were right" he yelled suddenly. He needed Dean to yell at him, to tell him he was an idiot for picking Chris over him. He needed something to fuel his next moves.
Dean nodded his head no and clasped his baby brother on the shoulder.
"Tell me what happened" he said in a very un-like Dean way. He actually was starting what was sure to be a chick-flick moment.
Sam shot him an incredulous look, but slumped his shoulders back down. He pressed his lips together firmly, not sure how to start. Dean misread it as something else.
"Sam, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong" he said. Sam stared at his brother, wondering if he should check if he was possessed.
Dean seemed to read his thoughts and glared at him, "I'm being serious Sam"
Sam sighed and looked at his lap, wringing his hands together.
"I got home and Chris was asleep. I was going to bed so I wouldn't disturb him but I saw that chest again. I looked in it while he was out" he said, numbly.
Dan looked worried. Whatever was in that chest must had shook Sam so much that he didn't feel guilty about snooping in his friends private stuff.
"What was in it?" he asked, when he noticed Sam's hesitancy to continue. Sam moved on from wringing his hands and started picking at the hotel comforter, watching as the strands unraveled themselves.
"I think Chris is behind the attacks on Adam and the other victims" Sam said instead, ignoring Dean's question.
Dean frowned in muted outrage, "Now wait a minute, Sam. Whenever I got in your face this last week about Martha Stewart being the killer you always shot me down saying, 'he can't be the killer, he doesn't have—
"I didn't say he was the killer. I just said he was behind the attacks" Sam said quietly, interrupting Dean's rant.
Dean looked confused, "How?"
"He's summoning the demon" Sam replied.
Dean didn't say anything for a moment, trying to take everything in. This was all so screwed up. He was just supposed to come and get Sam, so they could find their father. He didn't think Sam would be this far into this crap.
Sam took this little silence to continue, "When I first got here, I decided to take a demonology course so if I came across something supernatural I wouldn't get rusty. Chris was in my class and he must have taken everything seriously" he said, his voice going up a notch.
Dean ran his hands through his short dark blonde hair, feeling a small headache starting to build pressure.
"Than we have to stop him" he said, bluntly. They couldn't let Chris continue to kill people. Sam's theory did make sense. Chris didn't have to be in the same part of the state as the demon was killing. He just had to send it there. It made a great alibi that he was in school.
Sam blanched, reading in between the lines. "We can't kill him. He's a human, he's—
"He's killing people, Sam" Dean interrupted.
Sam paled, making his already palled complexion look ghostlike.
"We can't kill him, Dean" he said, quietly.
Dean sighed and looked at his distraught brother, who still sat with a look of horror on his face.
"Maybe we can talk to him, make him understand that he's killing people" Sam said, his voice sounding desperate.
"Sammy, he—
"We can't kill him" Sam shouted, standing up. He paced to the other side of the room, than came back.
"It's murder, Dean. He's not a demon or a spirit. This isn't something we can just salt and burn" he continued to shout, pacing the room. Happy memories ran through his head of these last few years. Chris's laughing face flashed before his eyes and guilt pooled in his stomach.
"If we take away his supplies, he'll only just go buy more" Dean said, not needing a stupid class to tell him that the things needed for a summoning ritual could be found at the local grocery store.
"Than we'll turn him into the police" Sam said looking up at his brother briefly, before continuing his rapid pacing.
"On what? He's done nothing they can pin him on" Dean argued.
A light bulb went on over Sam's head and he stopped moving, facing Dean.
"Remember at the hospital, Carl said that the police already had taken Chris in for questioning. That means they already suspect him" Sam said, his voice excited.
Dean sighed and knew that Sam wasn't going to give this up. His pig-headed stubbornness was showing and Dean knew he wouldn't win this fight by fighting and yelling the facts. No, he had to do it another way.
He backtracked, knowing they were getting ahead of themselves anyways.
"Sam, lets have another look in that chest, than well talk about heading down to the police station" Dean said. If there was any more incriminating evidence against Chris, maybe he could convince Sam what needed to be done. He didn't like killing people and tried to avoid it at all costs but would do it if it meant keeping more innocent people and his brother safe. Sometimes humans were just as bad as demons.
He was all for taking immediate action, especially in this case, but he never went into a hunt unprepared.
The last time he did, he nearly lost his life and Sammy's as well. While he wanted to blast Chris with rocksalt and bullets he knew he had to be sensible about this. He wasn't going into this half-cocked.
Sam looked hesitant and jumpy, his adrenaline still rushing.
"Come on Sammy, lets sleep for tonight. Chris has already hit the sack so we can't do anymore digging around tonight. We have to find a time when he's not in the apartment." Dean said, standing up and leading Sam towards one of the two beds. He wasn't letting his brother go back, even if Chris was asleep.
Sam nodded, "He has early morning class tomorrow" he said, not noticing as Dean pushed him onto the bed. He wouldn't look his brother in the eye.
Seeing that Sam wasn't going to be cooperative and get ready himself, Dean did it for him. He took off his shoes and than moved to his pants. As soon as Dean had the buckle of his jeans, Sam finally spoke, having looked around the room again.
"Why'd you get two queens?" he asked, absently.
Dean blushed lightly, "Just a habit, Sammy"
In fact he had always purchased two queens, even if he had no one with him. It was a sort of longing that Sam would skip college and come back to him that came out passively.
The corner of Sam's mouth twitched upwards as he stared at his brother amusedly. Dean just rolled his eyes and continued working on his buckle. He pulled it out of his pants and than unbuttoned his jeans.
"I'm so sorry, Dean" Sam whispered, so quietly that Dean wondered if he was imagining it.
Sam locked eyes with his older brother and Dean could see the tears shinning in his chocolate orbs.
Dean shrugged and ruffled Sam's hair, "Nothing to be sorry about, kiddo" he said, smiling.
Sam bit his lip and turned his head to the side. Guilt ate at his heart and he thought about all the times Dean had been there for him and all the stuff he had sacrificed for him.
"Don't start crying now Samantha, people might think I've wet the sheets" Dean said, seeing his brother.
Sam laughed, a smile coming onto his face for the first time that night. Dean smirked.
"Now, do I need to start undressing you again or can you be a big boy and do it yourself" he asked, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Sam nodded, still smiling and Dean climbed onto the other bed, glad to see a smile on his brother's face again.
He shut off the TV, absently noticing it was still on, and turned to his side. He heard the rustling of Sam's clothing and than the squeak of the box springs as he got comfortable. Dean smiled into his pillow, feeling a giant weight lift off his chest. It took him a moment to realize that this was the first time he had felt at peace. His Sammy was finally back with him, sleeping on the next bed.
Sam watched as sleep claimed his brother, the lines disappearing off his face. He sighed and looked out the window, moonlight falling on his face. He knew sleep wouldn't be a luxury for him tonight. His mind was buzzing with all the information that he had found out today and all that had happened.
Dean let out a snore and Sam smiled, remembering the nights that his brother and he shared in motel rooms.
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A month had passed since Sam had first stepped off the bus and moved in with Chris. Classes had started and Sam was actually happy.
Well, as happy as one can be. He still had a gaping hole in his heart as homesickness ravaged it. He found that he missed his brother more than he thought he would and often woke up in the middle of the night, looking for the familiar lump of Dean on an imaginative bed across from his.
Chris had sensed his newfound friends mood and spent every moment that they weren't studying or in classes, devoted to cheering Sam up. Tonight he had dragged Sam to the local bar, teasing him with alcohol.
It was packed at the Sea Lion, students of all shapes and color were hanging out in this relatively large pub, dancing on the floor or sitting at the bar and tables talking and laughing with others. The stench of sweat and booze permeated the room and Sam watched as Chris chugged back a shot glass that was sitting at the table they sat down at and than winced, holding his hand against his lips. Sam looked at him incredulously.
"Do you even know what was in that?" he asked.
Chris glanced at him unworried, "Nope"
Sam shook his head, hoping he wouldn't have to drag his friend home tonight. Chris just laughed.
"Don't worry, I grew up around alcohol. I don't know exactly what it was but I have a general idea" he said, slapping Sam on the back, "Now, I'll go order us something fun"
Sam went to stop him but Chris had disappeared towards the bar. He scowled lightly at the prospect of alcohol, not being a very big drinker.
Sam looked around the pub, noticing everything in the crowded room. Bodies meshed together, on and off the dance floor. He ignored the small voice in his head that said this was a stupid idea. Dean and him used to crash bars all the time. This wasn't going to help his homesickness. He pushed the voice away telling it that Chris was trying real hard to cheer him up and it wasn't the bar he was missing, it was the company.
Chris came back to the table holding a tray full of shot glasses, with amber liquid in each. He set the tray down than plopped next to Sam on the chair.
Sam sent him a pointed look.
Chris ignored it and took one of the glasses, dumping it down his throat. He winced than slammed it back on the counter, upside down.
"You're turn" he said, putting a glass in front of Sam.
Sam just glanced at the glass warily and than looked back up at Chris.
"No thanks" Sam said, shaking his head and pushing the glass away.
"Come on, this is college. Were supposed to get drunk, go to wild outrageous parties, and then get up the next morning with hangovers that make us want to kill ourselves and any other person that speaks with a voice over a quiet whisper, and then go to class trying to listen to cranky professors rattle on and on" Chris said, in one breath. He pushed the glass closer to Sam.
Sam laughed at Chris's run on sentence and than glanced at the glass hesitantly.
"It won't kill you" Chris said, seeing Sam's hesitation..
Sam just smirked and grabbed the glass, "Yet"
He dumped the contents of he glass into his mouth and wince as the acidic drink burned its way down his throat.
Chris laughed, "See there's the spirit"
Sam sent him a playful glower and than turned his glass over.
"So what do you plan to do after you finish your general Ed's?" Chris asked, striking up a conversation.
Sam took another glass and held in up near his head, "Law School"
"Fun Stuff. So when I get caught breaking the law, I can rely on you as my lawyer to get me out" Chris replied, while shooting another glass.
Sam smirked, "I guess it would depend on what you did!"
Chris scrunched his face in thought, than snapped his fingers together, "Ok, I'll murder someone"
"Nope, I'd let you rot" Sam replied with a small smile. He took another glass and dumped in into his mouth.
Chris just clutched his chest in mock pain and laughed. "That's hurts Sam, and after all I've done for you"
Sam rolled his eyes sardonically, "Ok, I'll bake you a cake and then put a nail file in it"
Chris just grinned, shooting another glass.
"So what about you?" Sam asked, curious.
"I want to get into Med School" Chris replied, and then frowned as if remembering something unpleasant.
"What?" Sam asked, seeing the look.
Chris broke out of his small trance, looking back up at Sam.
"Nothing, just thinking of my dad" Chris said, with a small shrug.
Sam thought of his own dad, traveling across the country hunting anything supernatural. He knew that the eldest Winchester must be sorely disappointed when his youngest had left that life behind to join normal society and go to college. He wondered if Chris's dad was anything like his.
"Does he have a problem with it?" Sam asked, unable to hold his questions any longer. Normally he'd do everything to keep people from asking about his family and wondered why he was so curious about a guy he had just met a month ago.
"No, he's probably proud that I chose that profession" Chris muttered absently.
Sam frowned, "Probably"
"He's a doctor himself and is working more than he's at home" Chris said, his face emotionless. His green eyes were guarded and Sam knew that look. It was the look that his brother and father gave him constantly. He could sense there was more to the story but didn't ask.
Instead, he tried to joke about it. "Oh, my dads similar, a real workaholic. I'm sure it drives your mom crazy, not having him around as much as she'd like"
He usually didn't pry into other people's lives, since he skipped town before he could really get to know a person. Plus it was hard to leave out the fact that the monster in your closet and the one under your bed were not only real but were probably working together to try and kill you in your sleep. He hadn't planned on telling his life story but here he was, spilling his guts out.
"It did" Chris replied, smiling sadly.
Sam read in between the lines and instantly kicked himself. He knew what it was like to not have one of his parents around and even if he wasn't old enough to remember his mom's death, he still felt her absence.
Chris knew Sam had already guessed it seeing the shift in his face, but elaborated anyway.
"She's dead"
Sam bit his lip, his cheeks pink from embarrassment. This was also one of the reasons he liked to keep his mouth shut. Dean could shake it off and continue a conversation, but Sam felt always felt sorry for others.
Chris smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Don't worry about it; it was a couple of years ago"
An awkward silence settled around the table and Sam could swear the noise of the pub had dimmed so that only their table seemed audible. Everything else had a fuzzy sound and no words could be made out.
A beat passed and Chris shot another glass to occupy himself. He asked the next question that came to mind, wanting to break the silence.
"Do you have any siblings?" he asked, casually changing the subject. Things were getting a little depressing and Chris realized he was supposed to be cheering Sam up, not bringing him down with his sob story.
It did quite the opposite. For Sam it brought back many memories of good times with his big brother Dean and his homesickness, that he had pushed to the back of his mind, came back full force.
"One brother" Sam answered, taking another drink.
Chris sensed Sam's changing mood and sighed, blowing one of his long bangs up his face.
"I guess I am not very good at this" he said, slurring the last word.
Sam laughed, being able to distract himself.
"You're drunk" he said, erupting in a small fit of giggles that seemed to come from nowhere. They had both knocked back about 15 shots of tequila between the both of them.
"Am not. My mom owned a nightclub that I now co-own. As I said, I grew up around alcohol" Chris said, taking another drink.
Sam laughed, but didn't argue. A couple drinks later and they were both swaying and slurring with wide grins on their faces.
They weren't intoxicated enough to be considered drunk but things that normally wouldn't seem funny were.
Chris looked up over Sam's shoulder suddenly and then grinned.
"Now Sam, do not be alarmed but this really hot girl is staring at you" he said, hiccupping.
Sam snorted and took another drink, "If I turned around and a mannequin is staring at me, I am going to hurt you"
Chris scoffed. "That mean, Sam. What kind of person do you take me for" he rubbed the chest over his heart and looked at Sam in mock pain.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned around, seeing a blonde human girl staring at him.
"You should go ask her to dance!" Chris suggested.
Sam glanced back at his friend before eyeing the blonde again. She was very pretty. Her long strawberry blonde hair hung around her shoulders neatly, as if it wasn't bothered by the amount of perspiration in the room. Her body was curvy in all the right places and the outfit she had on showed it. She had the prettiest brown eyes he had ever seen and they seemed to sparkle when she laughed.
Their eyes met and then blonde turned to a black haired girl beside her and giggled. Sam noticed the blue eyes of the black haired couldn't keep her eyes off of Chris.
"Only if you ask her friend" Sam answered, smiling smugly at Chris.
Chris finally seemed to notice the girl's eyes and shivered, withdrawing back into himself.
He squirmed under Sam's encouraging eyes, "I don't dance"
Sam laughed despite himself and stood, half stumbling his way over to the blonde. He felt Chris's amused eyes on his back and resisted the urge to turn back and throw something at him.
The blonde smiled as Sam stepped forward and turned to her friend, whispering something that he couldn't hear.
When he got into talking distance he stopped, feeling incredibly stupid. He had never been confident around girls and new that if he had hadn't had as much alcohol, he would have lost his guts a long time ago.
"Hi" he said, semi shouting over the music.
The girls giggled, shooting Sam and each other small glances. The blonde stepped forward, a confident smile on her face.
"Do you want to dance?" she asked, still smiling. The black haired gave the blonde a small nudge and the blonde rolled her eyes.
"I guess I should start with our names first" she said, giggling. Sam could smell the alcohol on her breath and knew she was probably in the same boat as him.
"My names Jessica and this is Anna" the blonde said. Sam noticed Anna shoot another lust filled glance at Chris and he smiled. He turned back to Anna, revenge on his mind. He knew the perfect way to get Chris back for getting him stuck in this position.
"Well, mine's Sam and that's Chris over there" he said, pointing at his friend, "He's very shy and doesn't know how to dance"
Anna frowned poorly, trying hard not to smile. Her blue eyes lit up bringing a nice contrast to her face.
"That poor baby, I'll go save him from the degradation and humiliation that is sure to come from not being able to properly dance" she said, swaying slightly. She gave Jess a small knowing glance before half stumbling over towards the table he just left. Sam just watched her go with a sly look on his face.
"You know you just gave your friend the death sentence, right? Anna's very adamant about getting him to dance" Jess said, with a small smirk. She had seen the look in his eyes and knew he already had an idea of what was to come.
Sam just smiled at her, "Oh, yes I know"
Jess laughed and Sam caught a glimpse of pearly white teeth. He unconsciously licked his own teeth inside his lips, trying to remember if he brushed this morning.
"So do you still want to dance?" Jess asked, sticking out her hand. Sam shuffled his feet slightly and nodded. Grabbing her small delicate hands he led her out onto the small dance floor and pulled her body flush against his.
A slow song came on and he swayed with the music. She followed, smashing her small body against his. They continued like this, just staring at each other.
Sam shivered as an intense wave of heat coursed through his body. They continued swaying and Jess absently moved her hands from Sam's chest to his hips, helping him move along with the music.
For Sam, it seemed an eternity until the music finally quieted down and an upbeat loud song blasted through the speakers. He was hesitant to move this girl from his arms but obliged when she pulled away.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything to resume conversation but he noticed her attention was not on him. It was on something behind him.
Sam turned to see what had grabbed her attention and almost laughed at the site. Chris was still sitting in his same seat, a look of deep annoyance on his face. Anna had both his arms held up in the air and was tugging on them, trying to get Chris out of his seat. Sam could see Chris had no intention to move and acted as if his butt was super glued to his chair.
Chris caught Sam's eyes and he sent the man a shrill glare. Sam just chuckled seeing this.
Jess laughed as Anna gave a large tug and almost fell backwards, her grip slipping. She regained her balance and grabbed Chris's arms again before he could move out of the way and resumed her tugging as if nothing had disturbed her.
Sam sighed almost resentfully and turned to his dance partner, "I'd better go save Chris before he does something we'll all regret" he said.
"I'll go help. Anna might be more than you can handle" Jess replied, smiling at Sam. She left towards Chris and Anna, not looking back to see if Sam had followed her. Sam smiled and followed a second later.
"Come on Chrissie. Dance with me" Anna said, as they came into hearing distance.
"Don't call me that" Chris replied, annoyed. If Anna noticed his tone, she didn't say anything.
"Come on Ann, he's probably a shy dancer" Jess said, walking forwards and linking arms with the dark haired woman.
"Awww but Chrissie needs to dance with me" Anna said, pouting. She followed with a little stomp of her foot.
Sam and Jess both hid there laughs, while Chris glared at them.
Chris opened his mouth, an angry response on his lips. And if looks could kill, Anna should have been six feet under right now.
"We should go Anna, we have early class tomorrow" Jess interrupted, saving her friend from Chris's fiery wrath. She hadn't even properly met Chris, but knew by the fire raging in his emerald eyes that fireworks were building.
Anna pouted again, but agreed. "Ok, but Chrissie owes me a dance" she said, smiling ignorantly at Chris.
Jess turned to Sam, Anna on her arm smiling and waving at a fuming Chris and said, "I had fun dancing with you, maybe we'll see each other again sometime"
Sam nodded and watched as the two girls left. He sat down at the table and turned to Chris.
"That was cruel. I open my home to you and take you off the streets in your time of need and then you betray me by sending her here" Chris said, glaring daggers at Sam.
Sam just laughed, "You sent me to the sharks"
"I sent you to a very pretty shark" Chris replied grumpily, "I set you up with a nice looking girl that had been staring at you for most of the night. I didn't want to you return the favor"
Sam laughed again and slung his arm around Chris's shoulder.
"You looked lonely" Sam replied, a smiled on his face that looked like it could rival he brothers.
"I need more alcohol" Chris muttered, looking shaken.
"Well, I am not dragging your butt back to the apartment" Sam said, taking two of the remaining glasses filled with tequila and handing one to Chris.
"Then I'll crawl back" Chris replied, dumping the glass into his mouth. He tried very hard not to smile.
It didn't work and both boys erupted in girlish giggles. The world swayed and turned as the amount of alcohol had finally got to both of them.
They were so lost in the moment that they didn't notice a student come up and take their picture.
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It was late in the morning when Chris woke up the next day. He yawned and stretched, hearing his back pop. Smoothing out his ruffled clothes, he stood, running a hand through his brown hair.
Chris glanced at his clock sitting on the nightstand and than cursed, seeing the time. He had ten minutes before class started and was nowhere near ready. He grumbled and realized he had forgotten to set his alarm before falling asleep last night.
He ran to the closet and tore off his shirt, hastily trying to take off his pants at the same time. He stumbled once but regained his footing and threw on a clean pair of clothes. He brushed his unruly hair with his hands, hoping it looked presentable and grabbed his books off the desk.
Chris orbed out, having no time to drive, and not noticing the items on his chest were re-arranged.
TO BE CONTINUED
Plutobaby494: Well? How was it? Reviews would be nice! I'd like to know how to improve on this story!!
And yes I realize that there is a really big flashback in this that has nothing to do with the events happening now!! But I just realized that I needed to explain how Jess and Sam met, because she'll be coming into the story more!! And since he lives with Chris and not her well… you'll just have to trust me!!
Thanks to all my reviewers!! You guys are awesome!! I think this is the most positive feedback that I've gotten on any of my stories!!
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