I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.
Jo is scrubbing the bar and saying goodnight to some customers, "Good night, thank you."
Sam enters and clears his throat.
Jo has her back to him, "Sorry, we're closing up."
"How about just one for the road?" Sam asks, walking deeper into the bar.
Jo turns to face him, not looking welcoming, "Well, you're about the last person I'd expect to see."
Sam snorts, "Well... I guess I'm full of surprises." Sam leans against one of the polls, "So can I get a beer?"
Jo nods, "Sure. One beer."
Jo brings a bottle of beer over to Sam, who sits down. Jo sets it down on the bar firmly, then turns away, bustling over cleaning up the bar, "So how'd you find me?"
"Well, uh, it's kind of what we do, you know?" Sam says.
"Speaking of 'we', where's Dean and BoBo?" Jo asks.
"Couldn't make it." Sam says.
Jo walks back over to Sam, "So, what're you doing here Sam? I mean we didn't exactly part on the best of terms."
"Right. Um, well, that's why I'm here." Sam takes off his jacket, "I kinda - I wanted to see if we could square things, you know?"
As Sam takes off his jacket, Jo notices a circular burn mark with a short line through it on Sam's forearm, "That looks like it hurts."
Sam glances down at the mark, "No. Nah, just, just had a run-in with a hot stove." He chuckles.
"So you were saying something about squaring things?" Jo asks.
"Yeah. Um... Look, I know how you feel about my dad. And I can't say I blame you. He was obsessed - consumed with hunting. And he didn't care who got caught in the cross-fire. And I guess that included your dad. But that was my father. That's not me or Dean." Sam explains.
Jo nods, "What about Isabeau?"
Sam shakes his head, "Well, you know Isabeau, she would put her own life before…"
Sam notices Jo's off look and he laughs a little, "Boy... You're really carrying a torch for her, aren't you?"
Jo scoffs, uncomfortably.
Sam nods, "I'll take that as a yes. It's too bad." Sam smiles tightly, "'Cause see, Dean and I were both dating Isabeau, but you already knew that. Isabeau, she likes you, sure, but not in the way you'd want. I mean, maybe as kind of a... a little sister, you know? I mean, Ellen is her godmother."
Sam laughs, "She kind of thinks you're her little sister that she never asked for, you know?" He pauses, "I'm not trying to hurt you, Jo, I - I'm telling you 'cause I care. And I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. Isabeau is dating us, no one else."
Jo nods bitterly, "That's real kind of you, Sam."
"I mean it." Sam places a hand over hers on the bar, "Isabeau is mine and Dean's."
"She's not a possession… Sam, what's going on?" Jo tries to pull her hand away but he holds it, not letting go.
Sam stares at Jo, "She isn't a possession… but she belongs with us. She's just a friend to you, Jo."
"Maybe you should leave." Jo suggests, not backing down from Sam's intimidating stare.
"Okay." Sam shoves her hand away and stands to leave. Jo turns to face the bar, leaning on it heavily.
Suddenly Sam reappears, grabbing her from behind, turning her around and manhandling her.
"Sam, get off me! Sam! Get off me! Let go!" Jo exclaims, trying to fight back.
She looks over and closes her right hand on a beer bottle, but before she can hit him with it he grabs her wrist and slams it onto the bar, shattering the bottle.
"Jo, Jo, Jo." Sam scolds. He shoves her around until she faces the bar and pins her there, left hand over her wrist, right hand stroking her hair.
Jo screams, "Sam, no! No! Please! Please!"
He slams her forehead into the bar, knocking her out, and he lifts her carefully to lie on the bar, "Sorry, Jo. I'm a little possessive over my Isabeau." He gives an evil grin.
The jukebox starts playing The Doors' "Crystal Ship". Nearby, Sam is tying Jo in a sitting position to a wide wooden post. She slowly wakes up.
"What the hell is going on? What are you doing?" Jo asks coming to.
"Jo! Jo,are you alright?" Isabeau asks.
Jo looks over to see Isabeau in a similar position, hands tied behind her and around a wooden post, "BoBo? I thought you were with Dean?" Jo asks, ignoring Isabeau's question.
Isabeau shakes her head, "No…" She looks at Sam as he finishes tying up Jo.
Sam walks over to stand in front of Isabeau and looks down at her with a smirk, "Had Isabeau tied up in the trunk the entire time, Jo." He strokes her face, "She was being uncooperative."
Isabeau glares up at Sam, knowing that it wasn't her boyfriend speaking to her, "Bite me." She tries to move away from his touch; usually she would melt into it, but this wasn't Sam. There was a demon possessing him.
Sam chuckles, he roughly grabs her chin to face him, "Kinky, Beau. Wouldn't be the kinkiest thing we've done."
"Let her go." Jo glares at Sam, not liking the way Sam was treating Isabeau. Isabeau might have not returned the same feelings Jo had for her, but Isabeau was still one of her good friends and she didn't want her to get hurt.
Sam looks over, still keeping a hold of Isabeau's chin, "So what exactly did your mom tell you about how your dad died?" He asks, changing the subject, wanting to get under Jo's skin.
"You're not Sam." Jo states.
Sam smiles, "Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question."
Jo says nothing.
Sam sighs heavily, letting go of Isabeau's chin, He pulls up a chair and he sits in front of Isabeau while looking at Jo, his expression shifting to one of open concern.
Sam pulls out a large knife and, without looking, strokes one of Isabeau's thighs with it. Isabeau breathes deeply, watching the knife glide over jean covered thigh.
"Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question." Sam demands.
"Fine." Jo spits out, answering for the sake of Isabeau's safety.
"Fine." Sam repeats.
"Our dads were in California: Devil's Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hellspawn. John was hiding, waiting, and my dad was bait." Jo explains.
Sam laughs, "That's just like John. Oh, I'll bet he dangled Bill like meat on a hook. Then what?"
He gets up and goes around to stand behind Isabeau. Isabeau closes her eyes briefly in relief when Sam removes the knife from her leg.
Jo continues, "The thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, got my dad exposed, out in the open. The thing turned around... and killed him."
Sam leans in from behind Isabeau, looking over at Jo, "Hmm. Not quite." He exhales heavily. Isabeau furrows her brow in confusion.
"What?" Jo asks.
"What? Oh. See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him. You really don't know the truth, do you? I bet your mom doesn't either." Sam sits facing Isabeau again, still looking over at Jo.
"Know what?"
"You see, Bill... was all clawed up. Was holding his insides in his hands. He was gurgling and... praying to see you and Ellen one more time. So my dad... killed him. Put him out of his misery like a sick dog." Sam explains.
Tears pool in Jo's eyes, "You're lying."
Sam shakes his head, "I'm not. It's true." Sam mocks her, "My daddy shot your daddy in the head…" He sings out.
"How could you know that?" Jo asks.
Sam stands up, walking over to Jo, "I hear things." He stabs the knife into the pillar, just above head level.
"Why are you doing this to me? To us?" Jo asks.
"Like Daddy like daughter. You're bait. Open up." He shoves a knotted rag in her mouth and ties it around her neck, "That's a girl."
Isabeau struggles as Sam walks over to her, picking up the same knotted rag that was originally used on Isabeau while Sam had her in the trunk of the impala.
"And Isabeau…" He does the same thing to her, shoving the rag in her mouth, tying it around her neck. He leans down, tilting her head to the side to have access to her neck. His lips ghost over her skin, "Is mine."
Just as Sam's lips are about to meet Isabeau's ksin, the door bursts open and Dean enters, gun out, "Sam!"
Sam pulls away from Isabeau and goes over to Jo, grabs the knife from the pillar, his calm expression shifting to one of desperate panic, and places the knife at Jo's throat.
Sam yells, sounding more like Sam again, "I begged you to stop me, Dean."
"Put the knife down, dammit." Dean begs.
"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her and then Isabeau. Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me." Sam screams. He turns to face Dean, arms spread, "Shoot me!"
Dean stares, gun steady, and looks at Isabeau out of the corner of his eye, who is shaking her head in desperation. Dean shakes his head, "No, Sammy, come on."
Dean turns away, lowering the gun.
"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo and Isabeau die?" Sam asks desperately.
Dean turns suddenly, flinging water from a flask at Sam; the water hisses and steams as it strikes him, "That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean shouts.
Sam raises his head and his eyes are the solid black of a demon's. Dean flings more holy water at him. Sam growls, turns and runs, bursting through a window and fleeing.
Dean takes the knife and cuts Jo and Isabeau free. They pull the gags out of their mouths as Dean runs towards the shattered window.
"He was possessed?!" Jo exclaims.
Isabeau throws aside her ropes and gag while walking to Dean. Dean turns and stares at Jo for a moment.
"Dean, come on!" Isabeau exclaims, leaping out the window to follow a Possessed-Sam. Dean leaps through the window after her.
"Dean! BoBo!" Jo shouts.
Dean, Isabeau and a Possessed-Sam stalk each other through a dim, crowded warehouse. Dean and Sam both with a handgun and Isabeau's eyes glowing violet.
"So, who are you?" Dean asks, him and Isabeau stealthily keep hidden behind boxes.
"I got lots of names." Sam answers somewhere in the warehouse.
Isabeau grits her teeth, "You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?"
"You shoulda seen your face when you thought he murdered that guy." Sam shakes his head, "Pathetic."
"Why didn't you kill us? You had a dozen chances." Dean points out.
Sam throws an object to the side, causing Isabeau and Dean to look in the direction of the noise, letting Sam slip by unnoticed, "Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now."
"Well, I hope you got your kicks. 'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, we're gonna make sure of that." Isabeau growls out.
"How? You can't hurt me." Sam chuckles, "Not without hurting your little boyfriend, Isabeau."
Dean puts his gun away and pulls out the flask of holy water instead.
"See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. One look as Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door. And then I'm gonna take Isabeau with me." Sam explains.
Sam gets up, heading outside and Dean and Isabeau follow. They walk onto an open-air dock, looking around in confusion, seeing no trace of Sam anywhere.
Dean and Isabeau exchange a look, walking out in the open. They walk over to the side of the dock and look around at the water.
Sam steps out, takes aim, and shoots Dean as him and Isabeau are turning around. Sam shoots Dean in the shoulder.
Dean is knocked into the water with a splash.
"Dean!" Isabeau shouts and before she could dive in after him, Sam runs up to the edge, grabbing a hold of Isabeau.
He pins her arms behind her back with one hand and places the gun under her chin with the other. "You son of a bitch!" Isabeau growls out, struggling in his hold. She didn't want to hurt Sam; she felt helpless, she couldn't use her powers against Sam.
Sam peers over where Dean fell. Not seeing Dean in the water, he smiles, "Just me and you now, Isabeau."
Jo is walking quickly through the docks, a flashlight in one hand and her cell phone in the other. She calls Isabeau's number, and her voicemail picks up; 'This is Isabeau. Leave a message.'
Jo hangs up the phone with a sigh of frustration and continues searching. Moments later she calls Dean instead, and this time hears Dean's ringtone coming from below her, by the water.
She runs down to where he is lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp, "Dean! Dean!"
Dean wakes with a groan, coughing. Jo helps him sit up, "Take it easy."
Dean is completely soaked, shuddering and groaning in pain, "Where's Sam? Isabeau?"
"I don't know, I've been looking for you." Jo answers, "Come on, get up."
She helps him to stand, and he leans on her heavily, groaning, clutching his shoulder, as they walk back to the bar.
Dean is seated at a table, gripping the edge with his right hand as Jo digs the bullet out of his left shoulder. He groans painfully at her work.
"Don't be a baby!" Jo scolds, doing her best.
"God!" Dean exclaims.
"Almost. All right, got it. Got it." Jo drops the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol.
Dean takes a few healthy swigs from a bottle of whiskey, "God, you're a butcher."
"You're welcome." Jo says sarcastically.
"All right, are we done?" Dean asks impatiently. He needed to get to Sam and Isabeau. Isabeau… he didn't know why this demon was so attached to her. Yeah he was worried about Sam, of course he was. But with knowledge that demons sort of have a 'no kill' policy on Isabeau and the fact that yellow-eyes needs her, had him freaking out inside.
"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam and Isabeau if you're bleeding to death." Jo says.
Dean takes another swig as Jo continues layering gauze and tape over the wound, "So, how did you know? That he was possessed?" Jo asks him.
Dean winces, "Uh, ah, I didn't, I just knew that it couldn't have been him."
Jo thinks for a moment, "Hey, Dean."
"Yeah?"
"I know demons lie, but... do they ever tell the truth too?" She asks.
"Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head." Dean takes another swig, "Why do you ask?"
Jo shakes her head, "Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?"
"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so... closest one I know lives in South Dakota." Dean informs.
"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go." Jo says getting up, eager to help Dean in saving Sam and Isabeau.
"Yeah." Dean chuckles, standing up, "You're not coming."
Jo looks at him in confusion, "The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now."
"I can't say it more plain than this. You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be." Dean says, picking up his jacket and walking away.
"Wait." Jo calls.
Dean turns back, and Jo hands out a prescription pill bottle, "Here. Take these, they'll help with the pain."
Dean takes them, "Thanks. I'll have Beau call you later, okay?"
Jo watches him leave. "No you won't." She says to herself when he's gone.
It's raining as Dean drives down a dark stretch of road and he dials a number on his cell.
A phone rings several times, until Sam's hands cut the phone line running outside the house.
Dean looks at his phone and sighs, "Dammit."
Sam walks slowly up the steps to the house and knocks on the door.
It opens to reveal Bobby,who grins and laughs with pleasure, "Sam!"
Sam bares his teeth in a smile, "Hey, Bobby."
"It's been a while." Bobby points out as Sam grins sheepishly. Bobby moves aside, "Well, come on in."
Sam enters slowly, glancing at the ceiling, and Bobb shuts the door behind him. They walk together into Bobby's study, which is dimly lit and covered wall to wall with stacks of books and papers.
"So what brings you?" Bobby asks.
"Working a job nearby, and thought I'd stop in and say hey." Sam explains.
"Well, where's Dean and Izzy?"
Sam laughs, "Dean's waiting for Isabeau to back at our motel room. She's a little… tied up with coven stuff. They needed her back home."
Bobby goes into the back room, leaving Sam alone, who eyes the ceiling again.
"Oh yeah? I hope Izzy's not pushing herself too much. I hope you two take care of her." Bobby calls from the back room.
Sam's eyes cloud over black for a moment, "We always take care of her, Bobby."
Bobby returns with a beer in each hand and he hands one to SAM, "Well, it's good to see you."
He raises his bottle, "To John."
Sam smiles, "To Dad."
They toast and swig the beer, Sam turns to look up at the ceiling again and as he swallows the beer he spews suddenly, choking, falling to his hands and knees and coughing and gagging painfully.
Bobby sips his beer, unconcerned.
"What'd you do?!" Sam growls.
"A little holy water in the beer. Sam never would have noticed. But then, you're not Sam are you. Don't try to con a con man." Bobby explains.
Bobby looks over as Isabeau steps into the room, eyes glowing violet and arms crossed. Bobby looks down at Sam, "And never hurt my goddaughter."
He slams his fist into Sam's face, knocking him out.
Sam is tied to a chair, before a fire and under the very same protective circle they used on Meg. Dean smacks him in the face to wake him, "Hey."
Sam groans, waking up. He looks up and sees the painted devil's trap. Dean looks up too.
Sam sighs and then smirks, "Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."
Sam looks over at Isabeau, "And Isabeau, I see those ropes didn't hold you for too long. I thought you liked it."
Isabeau crosses her arms and steps forward, "How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" She growls.
Sam smirks at her, "Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging."
Dean shakes his head, "Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much." He turns to pick up a bucket, "You, on the other hand…"
Dean tosses a bucketful of holy water on Sam, who sizzles and roars. "Feel like talking now?!" Dean shouts.
Sam winces, "Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue."
Isabeau smirks, shaking her head, "No, you won't be in him long enough. Gramps."
Bobby opens a book and starters reading in Latin, "Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio…"
Dean talks over Bobby, "See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam. You understand me? 'Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first."
Sam struggles painfully, then throws back his head and laughs maniacally. Bobby cuts off in surprise.
"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan." Sam spits out.
Bobby continues, "Humiliares sub potente magnu dei…"
Sam smirks, "Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." Sam lowers his head and begins growling Latin, "Spiritus in mundus, un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram, domine…"
The fire behind him flares and the room shakes as Sam continues.
"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, Bobby?" Dean asks, panicked.
Bobby moves around Sam, pulling back Sam's sleeve to reveal the burn mark on Sam's forearm as Sam continues to chant.
"It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!" Bobby exclaims.
"What the hell do we do?"
"I don't know!" Bobby shouts.
Sam throws back his head and screams; the shaking walls and ceilings begin to crack, breaking the protective circle.
Sam's eyes are black as he lowers his head, "There. That's better."
He jerks his head left and Bobby and Isabeau go flying. He jerks his head right and Dean goes flying, landing heavily against the far wall.
The holy water flask falls from Dean's hand and he is flinching in pain from his shoulder.
Sam rips free of the restraints and stalks over to Dean, "You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell."
Sam kneels in front of Dean, fisting his left hand in Dean's shirt and clocking him hard with a right jab. Dean grabs onto Sam's shirt with his right hand.
"You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um…" Sam hits Dean again, "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons."
He hits him again. Dean is groggy and bleeding heavily from his nose. "It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." Sam says.
He hits him again and then grabs Dean's head, holding it steady, "And you sent me back there."
Dean sneers, "Meg." So that was why the demon was obsessed with Isabeau. It was Meg the entire time.
Sam shakes his head, "No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam."
He hits him one more time, "By the way," He digs his right thumb into Dean's bullet wound, "I saw your Dad there - he says 'howdy'."
Sam digs in further and Dean tries to pull Sam's hand away, groaning in pain, "All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect."
He shoves Dean's grasping hand away, "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it?" Sam chuckles, "I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down... you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you."
Sam smirks, "Isabeau would be better off without you."
Sam rears back to hit Dean again, but suddenly Isabeau is there, grabbing Sam's arm. Her eyes glow a fiery orange, "I'm sorry, Sam." Her hand burns red and presses it into the mark on Sam's arm, burning it.
Sam screams in pain, then screams again as black demon smoke billows out of him and up the chimney.
Dean pulls himself up painfully. Sam falls back, then comes to himself, scrabbling and looking around in confusion, then grabs his arm in sudden pain.
"Sammy?" Dean asks, hoping that it was Sam.
Sam looks around at Dean, Isabeau and Bobby in confusion, "Did I miss anything?"
Dean rears back and right-hooks Sam in the cheek, then rolls his eyes and collapses. Sam grabs his cheek in confusion.
Isabeau sighs, plopping down to the ground, "This has been one long ass day."
Sam is sitting behind Bobby's table with an icepack on his arm and Dean is on the other side of the table groggily holding an ice bag to his face.
Isabeau sits in between the two of them, patching up their wounds with the paste they've used countless times now to speed up the healing process.
"By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." Sam says cautiously as Isabeau carefully spreads the paste on Dean's eyebrow wound.
"Yeah, right back atcha." Dean says glancing back at him, and puts the ice bag back on his face.
Isabeau pulls away from Dean and gestures for Sam to give her his arm. Sam smiles weakly at Isabeau, giving her his arm. He frowns when he notices the rope burns around her wrists, "Beau, I'm-"
Isabeau places a finger on his lips, "Shh, just shut up and let me help you two." She removes her finger and places a light kiss on his lips.
Dean pouts, "No kiss for me, Sweetheart?"
Isabeau rolls her eyes and leans down, connecting her lips with his, "Needy boy." She comments with a chuckle and gets back to dealing with Sam's arm.
Bobby walks in slowly, looking concerned.
Isabeau looks over, "What is it, Gramps?"
"You three ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?" Bobby asks them.
Dean purses his lips, "Why do you ask?"
"Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house." Bobby informs them.
Sam swallows and looks down.
"You wouldn't know anything about that." Bobby asks.
"No, sir. Never heard of the guy." Dean answers.
Isabeau bites her lip. Sam looks up, "Dean-"
Bobby nods, "Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up. They're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?"
Dean nods, "We better hit the road…" Dean stands up with the help of Isabeau. Dean looks over at his brother, "If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car."
Sam stands up as well and Isabeau gathers her things.
"Here. Take these." Bobby hands each of them a small metal charm.
"What are they?" Sam asks.
"Charms." Bobby answers, "They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya."
Isabeau frowns, shifting her bag of things over her shoulder, "That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks, Gramps."
Bobby smiles at her, "You're welcome. You three be careful now."
"You too." Sam smiles at Bobby. Bobby looks back at him seriously, not returning the smile.
At the door, Dean tosses the icebag back to Bobby and Bobby smiles a little at Dean.
Dean is driving down a dark stretch of highway. Sam is frowning quietly in the passenger seat and Isabeau sits in between them.
Dean glances over at Sam concerned, "You okay? Sam? Is that you in there?"
Sam glances over, "I was awake for some of it, guys. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands. I saw the light go out in his eyes."
Isabeau stares forward, lost in her own thoughts as both Sam and Dean reach for her hands, both needing her touch.
"That must have been awful." Dean says.
"That's not my point. I almost carved up Jo, too. I held Isabeau against her will. But no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot." Sam says.
It was the right move, Sam. It wasn't you."
"Yeah, this time. What about next time?" Sam asks.
Dean glances over, thinking, "Sam, when Dad told me... that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you."
After a pause, Dean laughs softly.
Isabeau breaks away from her thoughts, looking over, "What?"
"Nothing." Dean continues smiling.
"Dean, what?" Sam asks.
Dean looks over with a wide grin, "Dude, you - you like, full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week." He laughs.
Sam's frown cracks, and he laughs with Dean.
Isabeau snorts, "That's pretty naughty." She chuckles along with her boyfriends as they drive on.
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