EPOV

The sound of someone moving around the hotel room had me roll on the couch so I could face whoever it was. But I hadn't needed to turn to know who was moving about. I'd known it was Sam.

"You're going, aren't you?"

He froze at the sound of my soft voice, looking at me as if he were a deer caught in headlights. "Uh... yeah..."

Sighing, I threw my blanket off and sat, looking up at him. "And what do you want me to tell him if he wakes up?" I asked, nodding to Dean.

Glancing briefly at his brother, Sam shrugged. "You'll think of something." Tugging his jacket on, her started for the door.

I found myself focusing on a stain on the ground as I spoke again. "When are you going to tell him? About Ruby? The demons? Everything?"

He paused at the door, his hand on the handle. "When are you going to tell him about your boyfriend?"

Tensing, I fell silent as I watched him walk out without another word. What we'd said was too heavy to really respond to. There was no right answer we could provide. Both of us knew that our secrets weren't good. They weren't all bad but they definitely weren't good.

Sam knew Dean would disapprove of his extracurricular activities. He knew his brother wouldn't like that Ruby had been by his side, helping with said activities for months now.

At the same time, I knew telling Dean about my boyfriend… well it was complicated.

I'd always said I wasn't the type to settle down, commit, find someone and decided to stay with them. I'd been the kind of girl to go from person to person, and I enjoyed the ride. Having no strings attached seemed like the only way for me. Until him. Tristan.

At the thought of him, I was reminded of the ache inside me. For the last few days it had been getting worse and worse, almost making me sick. Part of me was wondering if it was because of all this distance from him.

Groaning, I reached over to my bag and grabbed the small bottle of pills that sat in the front pocket. Getting to my feet, I moved over to the bathroom to get a drink and wash my face, hoping the pills might help me get some sleep.

DPOV

Screams, everywhere. I could hear them all. Feel it all. It was like I'd never left. Like I was cursed to repeat it over and over for the rest of my life. Torture from the torture I'd already gone through.

Hell.

When Meg- while in Sam's body- had described Hell, I hadn't really understood what she meant. But now I did.

There was nothing on Earth that I could compare Hell to. Nothing so painful or terrifying. There was no way I could adequately describe what it was like there.

Pain, blood, screams, all the horrors you could imagine and so much more. All of it plagued my mind as I tried desperately to get some kind of sleep.

…

I woke up with a start, covered in a thin layer of sweat, my breath come out ragged and faster than usual.

"Hello, Dean."

At the sound of someone's voice, I sat up and turned quickly, finding Castiel sitting on my bed.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked, turning to look at me, a knowing look in his eyes.

Instead of answering I shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, shoving my jacket- that I'd been using as a blanket- off. "What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep? What do you want?"

"Listen to me. You have to stop it."

"Stop what?"

But just like how I'd dodged his question, he didn't answer. Instead he raised his hand and pressed two fingers to my forehead. I'm exactly sure what he did to me, but suddenly I was out like a light.

EPOV

Drying my hair with the crappy hotel towel, I walked out of the bathroom only to come to a stop.

Sitting there, on Dean's bed, was Castiel. But that wasn't all that was different. Now Dean was gone. Which meant I was alone, with an angel...

"Where's Dean?"

He rose from the bed and walked around to stand in the middle of the room, now facing me completely.

If he wasn't so powerful and intimidating, and I wasn't taken, I probably would have tried flirting with him. They guy was hot. I mean, hot. Tall, dark and mysterious. The slight shadow of hair growing on his face- too short to be shaved yet- and the way his clothes sat haphazardly, it all just added to his attractiveness.

"Dean's gone."

His answer pushed my nerves down as an annoyance grew. I knew Dean was gone, I wanted to where he went. "Where is he?"

"It's none of your concern."

Taking a step closer to the angel, I glared at him, ignoring the fact my mind was telling me to back off. "Look, I don't care who you are, and I certainly don't care about whatever plans you have for this war you should be fighting yourself." Dean had told us what Castiel had told him about Lucifer and Lilith. "Dean is my concern. He's my friend. He's family. So, you will tell me where he is."

He seemed so unfazed as he looked down at where I now stood barely a step away from him. "Or what?"

"Or I'll do whatever it takes to makes sure Dean doesn't do what you want him to do. I'll convince him to hate you and your kind, to distrust you all, to never believe a single word that passes through your lips." When he opened his mouth to respond, I went on, "And before you say I can't... there isn't much I can't do once I set my mind to it. So, tell me where he is. Now."

DPOV

"Move it buddy. You can't sleep here."

My eyes shot up as I woke and sat up. I was outside, the sun bright and shinning down on me to a point where I could hardly see as my eyes adjusted.

Standing by me was a cop, looking less than impressed with me.

"Okay..." I had no idea what the hell he was going on about. "Sleep where?"

"Anywhere but here." He gestured to where I was lying before walking off.

I sat up and frowned at the bus stop bench I'd been asleep on. Whatever Castiel did to me, he sent me somewhere that clearly wasn't my hotel room. Which meant he left Liz and Sam there without me and they had no idea where I was.

Pulling out my phone, I went to call them but found I had no signal. "Perfect." With a groan I got up and walked across the road, heading over to a place called Jay Bird's Diner.

Walking in, I looked around the joint. There was some kind of old music playing in the background as people sat around eating food and drinking coffee. It was like any other diner.

Moving to the counter, I took a seat next to a guy, looking over at him. "Hey, where the hell am I?"

He turned to me, answering. "Jay Bird's Diner."

I knew that. "Yeah, thanks. I mean, uh... city and state."

The corner of his lip rose a little before he filled in the blanks. "Lawrence, Kansas."

Sighing, I faced the counter again. "Lawrence." Great...

"Hey, you okay buddy?"

"Yeah, tough night."

Nodding, he gestured to the waiter behind the counter. "Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg."

Pulling out my phone, I showed it to him, hoping he could help me with the signal problem as well. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?"

"The USS Enterprise?" he gave a short chuckle, turning back to the newspaper in front of him.

The waiter came over then, placing the coffee in front of me. He was dressed like he'd just stepped out of a cliched '70s hippie movie. With the moustache, shaggy hair and flared pants, the whole outfit screamed flower power.

"Thanks... nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" I grinned into my cup, taking a sip.

"Sonny and Cher broke up?" the guy next to me asked, sounding genuinely shocked. Even the waiter looked surprised.

Wait... what?

Turning around, I gave the place a better look, and only just realised what I'd miss before. The bad hair-dos, clothes, music. Even the furniture and style of the place seemed off, out dated. It was like...

Looking to the guy next to me again, I glanced at his newspaper, reading the date. Monday, April 30, 1973.

Son of a bitch. Castiel sent me back in time.

"Hey, Winchester."

I turned to see an older man walking into the diner, headed straight for the counter, moving to the guy next to me.

"Son of a bitch." The old guy shook his hand. "How you doing, Corporal?"

The guy next to me smiled. "Hey, Mr D."

"I heard you were back."

"Yeah, a little while now."

"Good to have you home, John, damn good."

John. "Dad?" I muttered to myself, still watching the exchange.

"Well, say hello to your old man for me." The older man gave John a pat on the shoulder as he started to head over to another table.

"You got it, Mr D," John called before he shifted to face his paper again, only to notice me staring at him. "Do we know each other?"

With wide eyes, I took a moment to respond as I tried to not freak out. "I guess not," I managed to say as I reached for my coffee again.

After a beat, John grabbed his jacket and started to get up. "Take it easy, pal," he told me before moving for the door.

"Yeah." I nodded, watching him.

The moment he was out the door I was up and following him. There was no way in hell I was letting him go that easy. I mean, it's my dad after all.

...

I was following my dad- the younger, 70s version of him. Keeping a distance that meant I could duck away and not be seen if he turned, but close enough so I could keep track of him. That's what I wanted, to keep track of him. To make sure he was okay. Safe.

As I walked around the corner, I'd been expecting to see dad walking, but instead I found myself almost bumping into Castiel and Liz.

"Whoa." Liz lifted her hand to her head as she tried to stay standing.

I stepped forward to grab her arm and help keep her steady. "You okay?"

She nodded gently, moving closer to me as she closed her eyes to shield them from the light. "Just need a minute."

Shaking my head, I turned to glare at the angel. "What is this?" I asked, gesturing to our surroundings.

His voice was as flat as it usually was when he answered. "What does it look like?"

"Is it real?"

"Very."

"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did I get here?"

"Time is fluid, Dean." He turned away from me, looking around us. "It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion."

"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell we're doing here!"

He nodded to Liz. "She's here because she's demanding and annoying." Liz flipped him off in response, while he just went on, "I already told you why you're here. You have to stop it."

"Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my dad?"

A car horn went off, catching my attention. I turned to see what was going on and then turned back to Castiel, only he was gone.

"Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!"

"He's a dick." Liz sighed, stepping away from me a little, still rubbing her temples. "But he sent you here for a reason, so let's just get to work. Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded, following as she started to walk down the path in the direction I'd been going before. "You sure you're all right though?"

"I'm fine Dean."

EPOV

Walking next to Dean, I followed him into a car dealership. In a moment or two I spotted her. The Impala. She was as gorgeous now as she was in the future.

Smiling widely, I stepped up to her and crouched down, running a hand over her hood. "Hey, Baby."

Dean chuckled as he stood next to me. "I swear you love her almost as much as I do."

"Can you blame me?" I asked, grinning up at him.

"A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another two hundred and fifty?" a man asked from a car close to baby. It was a 1967 Volkswagen Samba Bus, cream and white. Nice, but no Impala.

The young man he offered the deal to thought about it for a moment before nodding with a smile on his face. "Let's do it."

I stood, looking the guy up and down, seeing the resemblance almost instantly. "That's your dad," I noted in a hushed voice as I leaned a little closer to Dean.

"Yeah. That's my dad." He nodded, shifting so he was leaning on Baby's hood. Once the car salesman walked off towards the office, Dean spoke up, getting his dad's attention, "That's not the one you want."

Startled, John turned to us before frowning accusingly at Dean. "You following me?"

"No, no, I was just passing by," Dean lied as he pushed off Baby's hood. "I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it."

"More than a little." John grinned.

Dean gestured to me. "Found my friend, so things are looking better." Turning back to his dad, he went on. "Let me repay the favour." He gave Baby's hood a pat. "This is the one you want."

"Oh yeah, you- you know something about cars?"

"Yeah... yeah, my dad taught me everything I know." Dean nodded with a nostalgic look in his eyes. "And this. This is a great car." Pushing off the hood, I turned and opened her up as Dean and John came to take a look inside. "Three-twenty-seven four-barrel," Dean started.

"Two hundred and seventy-five horses," I added.

"A little TLC and this thing is cherry," Dean finished.

"You know man, you're right." John nodded. Just looking at him, you could see the admiration he had for the car. I could tell why he'd bought it all those years ago- or, now, I guess.

Dean gestured to her van behind us. "Then what are you buying that thing for?"

Pulling away from Baby's hood, John shrugged. "I kinda promised someone I would."

"Over a '67 Chevy?" Dean chuckled. "I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's forty."

After considering it for a moment, John pulled back and offered his hand to Dean. "John Winchester. Thanks."

Dean shook his hand. "Dean Van Halen, and thank you." He gestured to me. "And this is-"

"Elizabeth Rose Hart." I smiled, offering my hand to John. "I just want to thank you as well. For helping Dean out this morning."

"It's no problem," John assured me.

"I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean chuckled.

Grinning, amused, John moved to Baby's open windows, taking a look inside. "No kidding."

"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?" Dean asked, trying to keep it casual.

John shook his head. "Nope."

Dean kept trying. "I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like... like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?" Either he was trying to figure out if John was a hunter, or if something was after him.

"No," John answered, still checking Baby out.

"There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?"

Before John could respond or freak out, I quickly spoke cut in, "Sorry about him. It's his hangover, I swear. Alcohol does weird things to him."

John calmed slowly, looking from me to Dean. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm gonna go get some food into him. But, uh, take care of yourself okay, John?" Offering him a smile I started backing up, grabbing Dean's hand to drag him along.

"Yeah, sure," John called to us as we left.

Once we were out of the dealership, Dean turned to glare at me. "What the hell? We can't just leave him."

"We're not. We're gonna follow him. Without being seen." Walking up to a car parked on the side of the street, I nodded at the car door, opening it with my mind. "Now get in."

DPOV

Liz parked a couple house down from where dad stopped. The two of us watched as he got out of Baby- which he just bought- and leaned against her, waiting. Not too long after a woman around Liz's age came out of a sweet, blue house, rushing over to John with a wide smile on her face.

I frowned, taking in the exchange between dad and the woman. It didn't take long for me to realise who she was.

"Mum?"

Liz shifted in her seat, leaning forward to try and get a better look. "That's your mum?"

"Yeah..."

...

We'd followed mum and dad to the diner again. It was dark now. The two of them were seated at a booth inside, drinking milkshakes, on a date. Liz and I were outside, watching through a window, hiding in the shadows.

"Sammy, wherever you are, mum is a babe," I muttered to myself. Liz chuckled beside me. "I'm going to hell... again."

"You're not wrong. She's gorgeous," Liz noted as she continued to watch my parents. "Both of them. I can see why the Winchester are so irresistible."

I turned to her then, grinning down at her. "You think I'm irresistible?"

Slowly she looked up at me. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes told me enough. I could practically see what she was thinking as her eyes searched mine, and surprisingly, I didn't see the desire I was used to seeing.

If I was being honest, there was desire there. But it was as if there was something else pushing it away, smothering it, telling her not to feel that way. There was a conflict in her eyes, and it worried me.

EPOV

"Why are you following us?"

Dean and I only had a moment to turn to Mary- who was now behind us- before she attacked.

Going for Dean first, she kneed him in the stomach and then grabbed me, pushing me to the wall before lifting her fist to punch me. But before she could, Dean shoved her away from me. Her attention was back on him now as he tried to dodge all her punches and kicks.

"Are you crazy?" he panted, dodging yet another one of her punches.

"You've been trailing us since my house."

He managed to grab her arm before she could hit him. "I don't know what you're talking-"

Cutting him off. kicking him in the stomach again. "Really?"

As Dean stumbled back, leaning forward, I could see she was about to get him again. I stepped forward now, grabbing her arm and pushing her against the wall before she could hurt Dean anymore.

"Be careful," Dean warned me.

"I am," I assured him. Mary struggled against my hold, drawing my attention to her again. "Look, you can either keep fighting or-" My eyes landed on her charm bracelet. Her silver bracelet with protective charms hanging from it. Pulling back, I waited for her to turn and face me before I asked, "Are you... are you a hunter?"

...

Dean and I stepped out of the shadows by Mary's house once we heard John drive off.

"Dean and Elizabeth, right?" Mary asked as she watched as move toward her. "I'm not sure you should come in."

"You can trust us," Dean assured her. "I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're- we're practically family."

I could only imagine what this must feel like for him. I knew it would be amazing, to see his parents like this, alive, young, happy and healthy. But at the same time, it must be torture, having to hide who he is. Tip-toeing around every conversation and move he makes, not wanting to mess anything up. It had to be hard.

Mary shook her head. "Yeah, thing is, my dad, he's a little, um..."

"Oh, I gotta meet him." Dean was excited, but I understood why.

Mary frowned, confused. "You've heard of him?"

Dean hesitated a moment before giving a short shrug. "Clearly not enough."

Sighing, she shook her head again as she started for the house. Dean and I were a step behind.

I leaned in closer to him, talking so she wouldn't hear us. "Are you sure this is the best idea? Couldn't this mess up our whole future? Shouldn't we just be observing or something?" I'd seen enough sci-fi movies to know travelling to the past was never a good thing.

"Castiel sent me here to stop something. Can't do that from the shadows," he noted, sounding so sure of himself.

DPOV

Mary had brought us into her home, and lead us to the living room where her father sat on a recliner, reading an old lore book. She'd introduced Liz and I to him, but he clearly wasn't interested.

"So, you're hunters? Well, tell me something, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?" he asked.

"Neither," Liz answered.

"You cut their heads off," I finished, causing Mary to smile a little from where she stood on my other side. "So, did we pass your test?"

"Yep," he answered shortly, closing the book and setting it on the table next to him. "Now get out of my house."

"Dad!"

"I don't trust other hunters, don't want their help, don't want them around my family," he explained.

Honestly, I understood what he was saying. Most hunters we came across, I wouldn't trust them either.

Mary's mother was in the other room, setting the table. "Knock it off, Samuel," she called to her husband.

"They're hunters," Samuel argued.

His wife walked into the room, not caring for his excuses and reasons. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner." She turned to Liz and me. "Are you hungry?"

I gave a short nod. "Starving."

Liz smiled at the older woman. "Could eat a horse."

"Good." She smiled back at the two of us. "I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up," she ordered before walking back into the dining room.

I looked from Deanna to Samuel and then to Mary. "Samuel and Deanna?" She gave a short nod. "Really?"

EPOV

I sat between Deanna and Dean, enjoying an actually home cooked meal. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten something that wasn't from a packet or heated in the microwave. This was pure bliss.

As we all sat and ate the delicious meal, Deanna turned to Dean and me, breaking the silence. "First time in Lawrence?"

Dean shook his head. "Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed... I think."

"I've been a few times, but mainly just driven through," I added.

"You working a job?" Samuel asked.

Looking away from his grandmother, Dean shrugged at Samuel's question. "Yeah, maybe."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." Dean gave a light grin.

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh as I looked down at my food. In the corner of my eye I could see Mary doing the same, as Deanna gave her husband an amused glance, while Samuel's lips turned up in a slight grin as well.

"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mary asked, looking from Dean to me.

"Oh, uh, we thought something was following your boyfriend," I answered causally. "Kept track of him for a while, but we're pretty sure we were wrong."

"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna chuckled lightly, causing Samuel to sigh.

Mary rolled her eyes at her father. "I saw that."

"What?" He turned to us, playing dumb.

"That sour-lemon look."

"Now hold on, John's a really, really nice... naive civilian."

Mary scoffed. "So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She nodded to Dean.

Dean nearly chocked on his food. "What? No, no. No."

"Oh, no, I didn't-" Mary quickly looked to me. "He's a great guy, I'm sure. He's just not my type, and I'm sure you two are happy." She gave me a quick smile.

I hadn't even had a real moment to think about what she'd just said to me, but I was pretty sure she thought Dean and I were together. As in, boyfriend and girlfriend, in love, dating, an item, a couple, partners, lovers. She thought what Dean and I were, was what she and John were.

Before I could correct her, she turned to her father again, her smile gone. "Anyway, is that the kind of guy you want me dating?"

Samuel shook his head. "Mary, of course not, it's just that I-"

Deanna cut him off. "That's enough, both of you, we have company." She gestured to Dean and me.

Clearing his throat, Dean changed the subject. "So, what about you, Samuel, you, uh… working a job?"

"Might be." The older man shrugged.

"He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm," Mary told us, earning a disapproving look from her father.

Dean frowned, as if he couldn't remember something, but knew there was something to remember. "Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?"

"Well, it's been all over the papers," Samuel explained. "Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over."

"That kind of thing happens," Dean noted.

"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?"

"Demonic omens?" Dean and I said at the same time- which Mary smiled at.

Samuel gave a short nod. "That's what I gotta find out."

"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web?" Dean quickly realised his mistake and corrected himself, "Of information that you have assembled."

"Electrical storms maybe," Deanna answered. "The weather service graphs should be here on Friday."

"By mail?"

I turned to smile tightly at Dean. "How else would they get it, Dean?" I asked, trying to remind him of where- and when- we were.

"Right..." He nodded, once again seeing his mistake. Looking over at Samuel, he shifted in his seat slightly before speaking, "You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick."

But Samuel still wasn't on board with the two of us hanging around. "What part of 'we work alone' do you not understand, son?"

DPOV

Liz and I had slept in the car we'd stolen before making our way over to the Whitshire farm in the morning. She'd managed to steal us some clothes while I got us some breakfast. She'd grabbed a priest out fit for me, and a modest church-goer's outfit for herself.

Unfortunately, while questioning Mrs. Whitshire about her husband's death and the days before it, she offered no real help. There was nothing she told us that could help us figure out what we were dealing with.

The three of us were headed for her front door, Liz and I ready to leave. As I opened the door, about to say good bye, the three of us paused, surprised to see someone standing on the porch. But it wasn't just someone. It was Samuel.

He was dressed as a priest as well, and surprised to see Liz and I. "Father," he gave me a tight smile, "I see you beat me here."

"The Lord is funny that way." My smile was lighter than his. As I stepped out of the house, I gestured to Mrs Whitshire. "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney."

"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese." Samuel offered her what looked like fruit cake.

Mrs Whitshire accepted the gift. "Thank you."

"Mrs. Whitshire was just telling the father and I all about Tom." Liz smiled at Samuel, playing on her sweet side she often used during cases. "She told us all about how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death."

Samuel nodded. "I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?"

"You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back forty?" Mrs Whitshire asked, a little too harshly. But I didn't mind. It actually amused me, seeing the shocked look on Samuel's face.

While he was still stunned into silence, I gave Ms Whitshire a short nod and smile. "Excuse us."

Before Samuel could react, Liz and I walked off, heading over to where Mary stood with the Whitshire son. They stood by a tree, the boy leaning against it as he spoke to Mary.

As we approached them, Mary turned to Liz and I for a moment before focussing on the boy again. "Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here what you just told me?"

Charlie turned his attention to me, looking a little scared as he spoke. "Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with mum."

"And that's when the stranger came?" Mary pressed- though she did so gently.

He nodded. "I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago."

"And what did he say?" Liz asked.

"Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think-" He cut himself off for a moment before going on. "And the next thing I know, dad's dead. Am I going to jail?"

"You didn't do this, Charlie," Mary assured him.

"Did the stranger want something in return?" I asked.

He shook his head. "He didn't want anything."

"Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?"

"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then."

That did not sound good. "Something like what?"

"I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts."

Gently, Mary grabbed my arm and lead us a few steps away. Liz followed, coming to stand with us as our backs faced Charlie.

"What do you think?" Mary asked the both of us.

"I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it."

Liz nodded. "Dean's right. I don't see any other option here."

Looking from Liz and me, Mary nodded as she turned and moved back to Charlie. "Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?"

He nodded, answering as Liz and I moved over to stand with them again. "Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really."

"Anything else?" Mary questioned.

"There was one thing."

When he didn't go on, I urged him to tell us. "What?"

"It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and... for a moment I coulda sworn-"

I cut him off, "What? That they were black? Or red maybe?"

He shook his head. "No, they were yellow. Pale yellow."

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