A/n: Here's the next chapter the most awaited one with the Death. I am very nervous about the reaction. This is the longest chapter I have written so far. Hope you guys like it.

Chapter 6: O Death!

Dean was leaned over the engine of his car, fiddling with it, checking it so that there wouldn't be any problem in the journey. He already was tensed about Death problem; he didn't want to add his Baby too.

"Hello Dean," he jumped, his head hitting the hood of the engine and winced. He stood up carefully this time, rubbing his head. "Ring a bell, Cas, next time."

"I apologize." He shrugged, picking up a grease-streaked rug and wiped his hands. He tossed the rug onto the corner of engine and turned to Castiel.

"So out-of angel batteries, huh?" he glanced away. "Human?"

Castiel frowned slightly, unsure and nodded. "You could say that."

Dean leaned over the engine. "I'm sorry man. Glad you are okay though," He cleared his throat, and tried to chuckle to vanish the chick-flick moment – it was forced. "We thought you were dead. Like never coming back again."

"That's what I thought to," Castiel nodded.

Dean wet his lip, his eyes trailed on the house sharply. "Look man, I need to know this," Castiel looked at him attentively, the serious expression on his face making the whole talk a little more important. "Can we trust her?"

Castiel was silent, stunned by his question, he didn't expect Dean to ask him this. Dean had been obvious in his behavior showing he didn't like the archangel. "I think if we could trust someone, then it's her."

"Are you sure? I don't want her to ruin this," Dean asked forcefully. His voice was strained, as if the concept of trusting the archangel was painful.

"Selaphiel is only the angel that has defended humans from the start, Dean."

"But this is her brother we are talking about." Dean's expression darkened. "Gabriel said that he can't kill Lucifer. Hell, I won't be able to kill my brother, even if he was Satan himself."

"But we are not killing him," Castiel answered. "She loves her brother. But she was one of the angels who wanted Lucifer to stop last time."

"She didn't do anything. She ran," Dean exclaimed waving his hands.

"Dean, she was being hunted." Castiel moved away, his eyes turning to look at the house. "I have Faith in her, Dean. Angels are never supposed to show emotions." Castiel turned to Dean, not understanding why his friend couldn't trust her. The archangel had done so much her. "Dean, I am a warrior of the Lord. My work was to follow the duties of my superiors. This rebellious nature, this hope, the caring – she taught me all of this." Castiel rubbed his face. The motion seemed so human to Dean, it surprised him a little.

"I am Angel of Thursday. It was a position that was previously occupied by Selaphiel," Dean was shocked by the information, he didn't know that. "Anna always said it was a plan to put her supporters against her, by making me her successor." Castiel hesitated a little. "Selaphiel worked alone, you should know that. Other Archangels, especially Raphael, never let another work with her. They didn't want angels to be weak. My whole garrison is filled with angels who wanted to work with her. She wanted them to work with her ... she asked me to work under her."

"Sorry," Dean spluttered. His eyes widened in shock, his face crinkling in surprise.

"She requested. Of course, Raphael denied. She never fought much, she was the youngest, but she had told me, she chose me because I reminded her of herself, Dean," Castiel said.

"What about Crowley and her? They seemed chubby," Dean commented trying to find a fault. Castiel shook his head in defeat.

"Dean, she knows Crowley because she saved him - killing a demon would get attention, and he helped her in return. She doesn't trust him; she was using him for the protection, to remain hidden. But in a way . . . she does trust him."

Castiel sighed.

"I trust her, Dean. It now depends on you now, if you do or not."

Dean took his time to get the information to sink into his skull.

Castiel trusted her, and if she had the same aim as they had, so why not take advantage of that. They needed help and there she was. But if the situation arose where she stood against them, well, he was going to kill her without any question.

Dean moved towards the car and picked up his gun from the front seat.

"So know, how to handle a gun?"

I was irritated beyond anything, and really wanted to kill Crowley. It was driving me crazy thinking about what he was planning. Moreover, he basically told me to shut up and didn't even give a damn reason. He had helped Winchesters in the past, but Crowley was a demon. He could trick us very easily.

It was in his blood.

But he wouldn't betray us, I was sure of that. Not right now. He wanted this. All other demons that ranked higher than him were dead, and if Lucifer got caged, Crowley would be the first one to sit on the throne of Hell.

It wasn't the only thing that was frustrating me, I was nervous.

Nervous to see Death.

My thoughts were broken when Castiel, who was watching the old man and Sam loading weapons in the old black van, sighed rather loudly. This made Bobby snap at him.

"What's your problem?" Bobby asked giving the angel in question a pointed look, who faltered.

"This what they means by 'the eleventh hour', right?"

"Pretty much," Bobby confirmed.

"Well, it's the eleventh hour, and I am... useless. All I have is this," Castiel waved the shotgun he held briefly, a grimace formed on his face as if he hated the thing. "What am I even supposed to do with it?"

"Point it and shoot."Bobby replied snidely. I knew where this was going, and coughed to stop Castiel from going there, but he didn't seem to realize what I was saying.

"No, I know that," Castiel mumbled sounding very pathetic. "What I used to be—"

"Are you really gonna bitch—to me?" Bobby demanded, gesturing to himself, his wheelchair. And while I didn't like the hard tone that he used to talk to the former angel, I realized it wasn't his fault. Bobby didn't like that he wasn't able to be any help. Bobby wheeled himself forward, grabbed the duffel bag out of his lap, threw it at Castiel, who barely managed to react and catch it in time. "Quit pinin' for the varsity years…" Bobby told him gruffly, "and load the damn truck."

"Wait a minute, I think I could do something," I said, realizing suddenly that I could help him.

"What?" Bobby questioned grumpily.

I nodded and moved towards him, which made him pull his gun on me. I raised my hand to show I didn't mean any harm. "I can heal you if you want."

The hope that came on hunter's face almost made me smile, but it was gone in a blink. "Can you?"

I nodded. "I have the juice."

He looked at Sam, who was staring at him and nodded. I moved forward, walking towards him and raising my hand and put it in on his forehead. The hunter did flinch when my hand touched him, but he didn't back away.

I concentrated on the area where he needed healing. After helping many humans and saving them, I had an idea of how to heal a particular part of the body rather than whole, and how much to heal. I frowned when I didn't feel any pain in his legs. They felt completely okay, healthy to me. I shook my hand and tried again, but it was same.

I pulled away my hand and stared at the man in question. Bobby scowled when he saw that I didn't do anything. "Looks like you don't have the juice."

"You couldn't do it." Sam questioned, his face full of disappointment.

I shook my head and said. "I couldn't because there is nothing to heal."

"What?" Sam looked confused.

I took a step back from Bobby and looked at the said legs."They are completely fine."

Face full of disbelief that didn't dare to believe, Bobby gripped the arms of his chair… pushed himself up really slowly at first… then shot to his feet when he realized his legs worked again, and perfectly. "Son of a bitch," Bobby breathed in surprise as everyone looked at him in wide-eyed surprise, and turned to look at me.

I shook my head. "This is not me."

"Yes, I know," I heard all familiar voice of Crowley who was behind me. "Completely worth your soul. I'm a hell of a guy."

Almost everyone's jaw slacked when he said that. I wanted to rub my eyes and pinch myself to check, whether I was dreaming or not.

"This is your deed." I asked Crowley, who smirked when he saw my surprised face.

"Sure is, sweetheart," The wink he gave me didn't irritate me; I was too shocked by the information that Crowley helped someone out of his own, without any selfishness. " Bobby, Bobby, Bobby... really wasted that crossroads deal. Fact—you get more if you phrase it properly. So, I took the liberty of adding a teeny little sub-a clause on your behalf," Crowley smirked watching the gratefulness on the old man's face.

Dean and Sam's eyebrows were raised in disbelief, and then I realized why Crowley was doing this.

He was gaining Winchester's trust. It was a forte of Crowley to think of future and do accordingly. He not just gained the trust of Winchesters and Castiel, but he also got another hunter who would be able to help Sam.

"Thanks."

"I know, I know, I'm the tops," Crowley muttered, impatiently. "Are we gonna chit-chat or move."

Everyone started to move and getting prepared.

"All right, well…" Dean looked at Sam with the concern. He seemed so tired. "Good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse."

I smiled when Sam pulled a face. "Yeah. Good luck... killing Death."

It chilled me on hearing the words. Killing and Death, both were the words that were never heard by me in the perspective they were suggesting.

"Yeah," Dean replied, nodding hollowly. He glanced at Castiel, who looked tensed tense, clearly worried about going separate ways. "You guys be safe, all right?"

"Pray if you need help," I said feeling a little concern for Castiel, but he shook his head.

"No, it wouldn't be right to disturb if you are murdering Death. It can distract you."

"We will be fine," Sam said giving me a small smile. He got a funny look on his face, chuckled briefly turning to his brother. "Remember when we used to just… hunt wendigos? How simple things were?" he asked.

Dean pulled a face. "Not really."

Sam was mildly disappointed by Dean's uncaring reaction, but reached around behind his back. "Well, um…" he pulled out his demon blade."You might need this."

Dean reached out to take it, and then again Crowley startled us and interrupted the moment.

"Keep it." Crowley handed Dean an all too familiar small scythe, which widened my eyes.

"Is that….." I was gaping at Crowley, who looked entirely too proud of himself. He nodded.

"Dean's covered. Death's own, that. Kills, golly, demons and angels and reapers and, rumor has it, the very thing itself." Crowley shared the piece of info with others.

"How did you get that?" Castiel asked, dubious.

Crowley shot Castiel a cheeky expression. "Hello?—King of the crossroads."

"That's Death's," I said dumbly.

"We got that, princess," Dean said giving me a snippy look.

I glared at him and looked at Crowley. "That is Death's own weapon." Crowley nodded; his eyes took in my pointed look. "Death must have some control over it, don't you think."

Dean looked a little surprised about the new info and turned to Crowley who shrugged. "He might have and he might not. So its best if catch him off guard." Crowley was looking at Dean, who gulped. I could feel the tension, the all too heavy baggage on his shoulder.

I didn't want to add more to it, but this was important. I needed my answers and it was best to get them in others presence, since Crowley was avoiding me.

"You want to startle Death. Well, good luck with that." I scoffed, knowing that was impossible.

"That's why we have you with us," Crowley added which made me glare at him.

"Are you asking me to distract Death while hero here slits his throat. Please, I would dig grave first before doing that," I shook my head.

There was no way, I was doing this.

Dean, who looked constipated right now, cleared his throat. "Well, I always knew you would do nothing, just sit there acting like a princess."

The venom in his voice was angering me. I wanted nothing but to beat the shit out of him, but refrained myself. "He would know I am there." I said looking at Crowley.

"Then let him. We just need the ring, that's it." The way he was rephrasing the words meant something else, which I wasn't able to understand. But this totally assured me that Crowley had some other plan. He knew something that we didn't know.

"This is getting maudlin. Can we go?" The demon walked off toward the Impala, as I watched him with a frown on my face.

"Lets' get it over with."

"Who is Death?" The baby archangel asked the elder brother Lucifer, who looked quite amused by his younger sibling's question.

"Where did you hear the name?" Lucifer questioned back, not answering the question.

"Raphael said he is The Reaper, The one who will reap everyone – father, you, I, Gabriel and our brothers"

Lucifer frowned when he heard the fear when Selaphiel said the word 'I'. He was sure Raphael had tried to scare their youngest Archangel.

"Death is a …" Lucifer hesitated. "Powerful being. He brings about the end to everything."

"Can he kill our father?" Selaphiel asked with worry.

"I am not sure, but I guess he can." Lucifer rephrased his answer.

"I don't want him to die," The words made Lucifer chuckle. He laughed out loud, which did scare the youngest Archangel, but he silenced when he saw the fear in the eyes.

"Father is not dying. Not now… Never."

"And I?"

"Well, I won't let anyone kill you. If someone wants to kill you, I would be one standing in front of you to protect you. Even from yourself." Lucifer patted the head of the baby of their family.

"Raphael said I would have to work with Death. What does that mean?"

"It means you would have to interact with him and help him."

"What if he kills me?" The question made Lucifer shake his head.

"He won't kill you."Lucifer assured his sibling and then joked. "And if he tries to, then you bind him. He will always be your slave. He would work under your command."

Selaphiel gasped and shook her head. "I can't do that. That's impossible."

"Oh, Selaphiel! It's possible. Think about the things you could do if you bind the Death. You can kill an entire race. It would be like having your own personal reaper. Killing anything you want with just a nsap of your finger."

Selaphiel didn't like the gleam in the elder brother's eyes."I don't want to do that."

"I know, but it would make anyone a powerful master."

Shivers were running down my body as soon as I touched the ground of Chicago. He was here. I could feel him, he was very near.

The raw power, the energy that I hadn't felt for so long, seemed to attract for me, calling me to come forward. There was no doubt in my mind, if I could feel him then he could feel me too.

He had known me for long. I had been working with his children, the reapers since the human race originated, maybe even before that. And then I brought an end to him.

I gulped looking at the front gate of the pizzeria. Dean had planned that he would sneak into the place from back, while I would try to distract Death.

This was a suicide mission.

Dean didn't know how much powerful Death actually was, and Crowley was acting like an ignorant prick. And as much as I didn't want to do this, I knew we had no choice. We needed the ring, only then Lucifer could be caged.

Only then I would get my revenge. I could avenge my brother's death.

As I opened the front door, the smell of blood and dead hit me. The little diner was full of dead people – lying on the ground, slumped over the red and white checkered tables. My eyes freezing on the man who laid dead just beside the gate, his eyes wide with fear showing no soul into them anymore. They were free of life, free of will.

"Don't pity the dead." A mellow, pleasant and strong voice said, which made my head snap towards the speaker. There he was, sitting on a table facing the window – a slight and stooped figure with thin dark hair. He had a long face and a prominent, wrinkled forehead, long, chin-length dark hair – dark as twilight sky. One could never tell by looking at the normal and unassuming face, that this man was Death, but your whole instinct would scream at you, to get as far away as you could from here, from him. "I am sure they are in a better place. The one they deserve."

I breathed out loud trying to swallow all the hesitation and nervousness I felt watching him. "I was expecting some company, but not yours. I was certain that you would be last person who would come anywhere near me, Selaphiel."

I tried my hard to smile, but was sure the fear on my face gave it all away. "The last time I saw you …"

"I was trying to bury you." I finished his sentence and watched as he cut another piece of pizza and ate it, chewing it slowly, watching me the whole time. I was trying my hard not to fidget under his gaze.

"You're right. That was bad." He took a big gulp of soda with a loud slurp sound."I should probably thank you for that."

"Huh."

"As much as I liked roaming around, I hated being bind to anyone," he hummed and then his face showed an emotion I had seen many times – Anger, Hatred. "Specially to your brother. You did me a huge favor."

"You're welcome, Sir." I relaxed feeling a little bit better, after knowing this particular information.

"I am sorry about your brother, though. I heard about him," Death spoke taking another bite from the pizza. I nodded, trying to not show the pain I felt whenever someone said his name. Gabriel.

"Were you the one…?" I froze before asking the question. I didn't want the answer, but I couldn't stop myself form asking.

"I assure you I wasn't the one who reaped him, neither was Tessa," he replied back, his eyes gleaming with mystery, like he was hiding some secret.

"Tessa?"

"The reaper that Winchester met, they named her that," he stopped. I knew how he was talking about, but his answer made me frown.

Gabriel wasn't reaped by the Death or reaper's head. Why not? Wasn't he important enough?

Before I could ask or say something, I caught the glimpse of Dean. He was edging out of the kitchen, his hand griping the Death's scythe tightly. One look at his face told me he was freaking out, but he was carrying on, every muscle in his body taut with focus. His footsteps were silent, but I could feel him.

"Talking of Winchesters ... " He gave me a look before adding." Thanks for returning that."

And so could Death.

The scythe in Dean's hand fell down on the floor and clattered loudly on the floor. Dean looked scared like he knew he was a dead man. I knew from the start that this was a stupid plan, but getting caught with Death's weapon in your hand. It was like inviting Death.

I was waiting for something to happen and it did. "Join me Dean. This pizza's delicious."

It was more like a command but it was unexpected. I frowned and looked at Death, who was looking at me. "You too, Selaphiel."

It was chaos outside. The rain and thunder was growing louder – it was a sign of impending doom of this city. The three million people were going to die including two here.

I moved forward, feeling a little better knowing that Dean seemed more scared than me. His eyes met mine, and I nodded and he moved forward, taking each step carefully. He was engrossed in his thoughts and I could tell he was making plans even now, how to survive.

He would survive this because one thing I knew about Death was, he was simple. If he wanted you dead, he wouldn't give you your last meal.

"Sit down." Dean sat down beside me. He was shaking with fear and I wanted to scold him, but didn't. The man was already too scared. "Took you long enough to find me. I've been waiting to talk to you." Death's focus was on Dean, who swallowed hard.

"I got to say—I have mixed feelings about that. S-so is this the part where…" he cleared his throat when his voice wavered, "where you kill me?"

I face slapped myself mentally. From all things in the world, he asked for this. The Great power of Persuasion of Dean Winchester.

Death kept on eating. He had a bored look on his face."And why would I do that?" he asked. He was casual and in no rush, languid in the way he spoke. "You have an inflated sense of your importance. To a thing like me, a thing like you, well…" he picked up his cup, sipping his soda with a loud slurp sound. "Think how you'd feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky."

Dean remained silent and I wanted to applaud him for that. The answer was suspected, Death was stronger, stronger than anything.

"This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of its diapers," Death lectured indifferently. "I'm old, Dean. Very old. So, I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you. How insignificant." He looked at me. "How insignificant we should find you."

The attention that was brought to me made me a little uncomfortable. It was right, I shouldn't be caring about Winchesters, whether they die or live, they were just two humans, easy to kill, but I did.

"Alas, one of us don't," Death would be smirking if he was someone else, but he seemed unreadable as he was.

My eyes widened when I saw Death serving Dean, telling him to eat something. He was enjoying watching Dean squirm under his actions. Dean looked like he would puke it out, but he took the challenge and ate it. He chewed it fast, not even waiting to taste it.

"Good, isn't it?" Death asked as if he was asking a friend to tell his opinion.

"Y-yeah," Dean agreed automatically, and I saw his eyes glancing at the ring on the horsemen's finger, and then looked away quickly, his brain surely working, trying to formulate a plan.

"I-I got to ask," he said, chewing the tasteless food in his mouth, trying to strike up a conversation that he could at least get some information out of. "How old are you?"

His eyes caught mine and I shook my head, thinking of how idiotic he was acting. I told him how old Death was and he didn't believe me.

"As old as God," Death said, focused on his pizza again. "Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. " His eyes focused on me."Regardless—at the end, I'll reap him, too."

My hands tightened on the table, my face showing the anger I felt. He knew my reaction. He was baiting me.

Dean leaned forward slightly. "God?" Dean asked, incredulous. "You'll reap God?"

"Oh, yes," the horsemen replied softly. "God will die, too, Dean. Everyone, everything dies. It's only a matter of time. You know this. Isn't that right, Selaphiel?"

Dean glanced towards me, frowning when he realized I was acting differently.

"Hmm."

Dean tried to put on a charming smile. "Well, this is way above my pay grade."

Death looked up at him, chewing methodically. "Just a bit."

"So, then why am I still breathing, sitting here with you?" Dean questioned uncertainly. He was tempting fate, but Death seemed to want something from him. If I was reading the signs right, he needed Dean for something, and it was becoming quite clear to me now what he wanted. "W-what do you want?"

My guess was right when he answered Dean's question."The leash around my neck—off," Oh! this must be killing him. "Lucifer has me bound to him. Some unseemly little spell. He has me where he wants, when he wants. That's why I couldn't go to you. I had to wait for you to catch up. He made me his weapon. Hurricanes, floods, raising the dead. I'm more powerful than you can process, and I'm enslaved to a bratty child having a tantrum." I closed my eyes and sighed.

"And you think… I can unbind you?"

This time I did cough to tell Dean that he was going beyond the line of intelligence.

"There's your ridiculous bravado again," Death commented disdainfully. "Of course you can't. But you can help me take the bullets out of Lucifer's gun. I understand you want this."

Death held up his hand and showed his ring to Dean and I, clearly. He was giving it up on his own. Now it was clear to me why Crowley send us here. He knew Death would give the ring up on his own.

Crowley was an ass, but he was a genius.

"I'm inclined to give it to you."

"To give it to me?" Dean repeated dubiously.

"That's what I said."

Dean looked around as lightning flashed. "But what about…"

Only Dean Winchester would try to ask the Death himself to leave something, when he himself was on gunpoint.

"Chicago?" Death sighed. "I suppose it can stay. I like the pizza." His chin lowered a little and he slid the ring off his finger, held it between his fingers.

"There are conditions."

Of course there were conditions. I froze when I saw Dean's face. He would probably agree to anything right now and it wasn't an intelligent decision.

"Okay. Like?"

I was praying that Dean would think his through firstly before agreeing to anything.

"You have to do whatever it takes to put Lucifer in his cell," Death said.

"Of course."

"Whatever it takes," Death reiterated.

"That's the plan."

"No," Death replied immediately. "You have no plan. Not yet. Your brother. He's the one that will stop Lucifer."

I realized what Death was asking from Dean and if he wanted this, he would want me to do something for him too.

Dean looked stunned, and I remembered about yesterday when Sam had approached him about his idea of jumping into the cage. "What, you think—"

"I know," Death interrupted softly. "So, I need a promise from each of you."

Dean froze when he heard that Death wanted something from me too. I knew he didn't trust me, and was sure I would never say yes to anything.

Dean looked at Dean. "You're going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit." Thunder crashed outside loudly, shaking the building. "You won't allow yourself to stand in the way, either. Well, do I have your word?"

I didn't like the idea, but if Sam did say yes and anyhow got control of Lucifer then this wouldn't be impossible anymore. And if I could say by the look on his face, Dean didn't like this idea, but he was staring at the ring with determination."Okay, yeah," he said. "Yes."

"That had better be 'yes,' Dean. You know you can't cheat death. And if you try, I'll find you."

Dean nodded swallowing hardly.

"What do you want from me?" I asked when I realized Dean was saying yes.

"Selaphiel…" Death kept gazing at me. Dean was looking at me, more so glaring at me, commandingto agree with anything Death wanted. "How much you want Lucifer caged?"

I looked into his eyes. Challenge. He was trying to provoke me. "Anything."

"He killed Gabriel. You want revenge. Fine have that,and I want your brother gone," I nodded. Death folded his hand on the table.

"Say it." I said.

"I want you to step in if he is stronger."

I breathed out loud, looking away from his gaze. I knew he was going to ask this. It was expected, but now hearing it out loud, made it real.

"True vessel. Sam is the chosen one, Death."

I chose to address him by his name this time. He was asking me something that would bring suffering to me. For infinity.

"You can if you want. It depends on you. So?"

Dean was looking between Death and I, looking a little bewildered. He had no idea what was being asked of me and I realized, it was better if he didn't know.

I thought of one person I was doing this for. I nodded. I would do this. "Yes."

Death dropped the ring in my stretched hands, sealing the contract. He gestured to his ring. "Now, would you like the instruction manual?"

While outside the storm had ended abruptly, I could feel the aftereffects inside me.

I was going to become the sacrifice.

A/n: Well, this was it. Death.

I was very nervous writing this chapter. It took me quite a lot of time to write this. Death, according to me, is one of the very powerful and difficult charcter to write in my opinion. It was very difficult for me to phrase him.

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BTW, I loved the last episode - Fanfiction. It was awesome. Chuck is back, guys! My fingers are crossed, I seriously believe he is God. I am sure of it. I have heard rumors that Jensen Ackles is leaving the show after season 10. Is that true? I don't want him too.

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wolfenergy17: Thank you for following this story. I really appreciate that you have been not only reading it but also reviewing it. Like I said it was quite difficult for me to write him. Death is a powerful and very intimidating character in my opinion. He's cool but you can't stop but feel scared of him. I have a few twists coming in for Season 6 and 7 which would be told at the end of Season 5. Very soon. Waiting for views on this one.

Marloweee1856: Thanks, I love it too. I want to show that Sera truly very much irritate Dean and she likes to play with him. The bickering is fun and it would continue in future, believe me.

Princess Aziza: Crowley is one of my favorite character, of course Dean being the first. I just can't help but love him, even if he is being a prick. I have tried to add a little interaction between Death and Sera as you suggested. About the bickering, Impala, the baby, is Dean's first love and he would be furious if someone tampered with it. He was,and Sera was having too much fun teasing him. I liked your advice and hope you give more in future. Would love to hear your views on this one :D

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