Author- Luna P aka Nikki
Rating- R/M, still don't get the new rating system --U
Warnings- Wincest, angst, language, I think the incest is the major thing here, oh and there's slash n.n enjoy.
Disclaimer- Ah, not again, nope I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters, infact the only thing I own is the plot, I hope that's something n.n
Summary- What exactly did Sam say to Dr Ellicot and what if Dean somehow found out?
Thanks to all reviewers, last chapter was really popular which made me really happy, n.n thanks
A/N- Sorry this took longer than usual but I didn't like the first version so wrote it again, hope its ok n.n
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Bad Dreams and Misconceptions…
Dean sighed as he opened the trunk of the Impala, grabbing the EMF metre and putting it in his jacket pocket before picking up two guns and loading them up with rock salt. Sam appeared beside him and he passed one to Sam, who wearily took it, still unsure of holding a gun after the incident at Roosevelt Asylum. Sam was snapped out of his internal musings by the trunk being slammed shut. Dean looked at him, his face showing no emotion whatsoever, before tilting his head in the direction of the Orphanage.
"Come on," Dean ordered, as he walked towards the building, taking in everything about its outer appearance. It was obviously an old building holding the appearance of a large manor house crossed with a hospital. He shuddered slightly, continuing towards the two large doors at the front of the building. The Orphanage was painted white, with wooden windowsills on all of the windows. He frowned, the wood was old and rotted through and the paint had begun to peel leaving patches of bare brick and mould.
The door opened with a loud creek, and with gun ready he slipped inside the building. Due to the overshadowed state of the sky the inside of the Orphanage was quite dark despite the immense amount of windows. He stopped as Sam slipped into the building, staring at the windows for a few minutes before turning to look at Sam, confusion evident on his face.
"Sammy?" the younger male turned to look at Dean locking gazes with his older brother, "what kind of orphanage has bars on the windows?" Sam frowned slightly, glancing over at the windows to see that they were infact barred. "Do you think they were trying to keep something out, or trying to keep something in?" Sam sighed, still staring at the bars, "come on, I don't want to be here at night until we know what we're dealing with." Dean explained, causing Sam to smile, wasn't Dean the one who always charged in blind with guns blazing whilst Sam struggled to work out a plan of attack?
"Is the EMF picking up anything?" Dean slowly lifted it from his pocket, holding it out infront of him as he looked at he readings. After a few long moments of walking in silence he shook his head and put it back in his pocket.
"Absolutely nothing, of course it might be another Roosevelt, where by whatever it is only comes out at night." Dean muttered softly as they continued to advance through the corridors of the building. They came to a room and walked inside, staring at rows of what looked like hospital beds lined up against the walls. In the far corner sat on the very last bed, sat a child's doll, head resting against the door and eyes closed.
"What about in here?" Sam asked softly as he glanced around the room, Dean once again lifted the EMF metre from his pocket, it stayed silent, again he shook his head. Returning the EMF to his pocket.
"Nope, nothing, come on, we've got to find the room that the children died in last week," Dean announced and walked out of the door Sam following close behind. As the two left the room the dolls eyes opened and a shadow danced across the walls. Sam shivered as they walked up the stairs, quickly glancing around to see that nothing was there. He sighed in relief and continued up the stairs. The hallway creaked loudly beneath their feet as the advanced through the corridors. Sam stopped, looking into a room as Dean continued walking.
"Dean…" he muttered softly and Dean returned to his side in less than a second joining him in the doorway. He frowned staring at the white outlines of bodies on the floor, a shiver ran down his spine and he glanced behind him, making sure that there was nothing there. After assuring himself that there wasn't he stepped into the room, feeling Sam move behind him. He bent down by the outline, staring at the floor where the body would have been.
"We have to go to the morgue and check out these bodies," Dean said as he rose to his feet, Sam nodded softly running a hand through his hair.
"For some reason I don't think that will be easy, they've probably got everything locked down, we don't even know if the bodies are there. They might have just buried them somewhere." Dean scowled in obvious distaste.
"Well that's a morbid thought if ever there was one, poor kids," Dean muttered, turning away and walking out of the room, Sam stayed bending down and placing his hand on the patch of floor beside the chalk outline. For a moment he couldn't breathe, was literally unable to get any oxygen into his lungs, he gripped his throat, collapsing onto the floor. There was no pressure on his throat, his mind raced, he couldn't breathe and he didn't know why.
"Dean…" he rasped out, the name barely above a whisper, and he had no idea how far away Dean was or if he had actually heard him calling out to him. Dean walked back into the room a few seconds later to see Sam on the floor clutching his throat and struggling to breathe, he immediately ran over to his little brother, crouching down beside him.
"Sammy, Sammy," and when he placed his hand on Sam's shoulder the younger gasped, filling his lungs with air and staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Sammy, are you ok?" Dean asked running his hand through his baby brother's messy brown hair. Sam nodded, slowly sitting up and glancing around,
"Yeah, what was that?" Sam asked, Dean merely shrugged,
"I haven't got a clue, the EMF was silent the whole time, do you think it might have something to do with… you know… your… 'Psychic tendencies?'" Sam shrugged, running a hand through his hair and staring at Dean with confusion evident in his eyes.
"I don't know, I didn't see anything Dean, I felt it, I couldn't breathe, I have no idea why but I could not breathe." Sam explained, Dean nodded and helped his brother to his feet, leading him towards the door.
"Come on, let's get out of here, there's nothing else we can do right now," Dean mumbled, letting go of Sam and walking off infront of him down the corridor. Sam glanced back into the room, to see a shadow run past the wall opposite. He frowned and rubbed his eyes, if the shadow had been there then it wasn't there anymore. "Sam come on," Dean demanded, Sam nodded, turning away from the room and jogging to catch up with his brother.
"Something's not right here Dean," Sam muttered when he reached his older brother, Dean looked at him quizzically, eyebrow raised.
"What do you mean?" he asked, beginning his descent on the staircase,
"I'm not sure, it's just… it's strange, I can feel that something here is wrong," Dean looked over at him again, boyish smirk in place.
"You seem to be feeling a lot of things recently Sam, that's no coincidence, it's got to be your feminine intuition," Dean joked as they reached the bottom of the stairs and headed towards the exit.
"Jerk," Sam growled, playfully hitting his brother's arm, Dean smirked and chuckled,
"Bitch," and right then, right there, it had felt like old times, like things were normal between them and both of them realised how much they had missed that feeling. Of things being fine between them, of not having to tread on eggshells around the other for fear of saying something that could so easily be blown out of context.
"Where are we going now?" Sam asked as they made their way down another darkened corridor, Dean sighed and shrugged,
"Uh, the morgue, we can check to see if any of the bodies were brought there and if they were then we can check them out, see what happened." Dean explained, turning into another corridor, Sam nodded.
"And who will we be pretending to be this time?" Sam asked jokingly, Dean thought about this for a while before smiling and shrugging.
"Well we haven't been FBI agents for a while," Dean mused as they walked out of the orphanage, Sam just rolled his eyes as they placed the guns back in the trunk and slipped into the Impala once again. They drove away in the same uneasy silence that they had driven to the Orphanage and Alex Macabre's house in. Sam frowned as Dean took a left turn glancing down at the map before returning his gaze to his older brother.
"Dean, this is the wrong way to the morgue," Sam explained, Dean nodded, glancing over at Sam quickly before looking back at the road.
"I know that Sam, change of plan, I'm gonna drop you off at the library, you can do your whole collage boy thing and try to get us some information. Meanwhile, I'll be at the morgue trying to find out what happened to those kids." Dean explained hands tightening on the steering wheel.
"But Alex is getting us all the information tomorrow, wouldn't it be best if I went with you?" Sam asked noticing how Dean's knuckles were quickly turning white.
"No, if we can get all of this over with tonight then I'd be a lot happier, the best way to do this is to try and find out as much as we can as soon as we can. So I'll drop you off at the library swing round to the morgue and then pick you up when I find anything out ok?" Dean asked but he wasn't looking for an answer. Sure he wanted to get all of this over with as soon as he possibly could but he had an ulterior motive, he had to get away from Sam, even if it was only for a little bit. He couldn't stand to sit there and play happy families anymore; he needed a break, just for a while.
"Yeah, sure," Sam said, understanding that Dean needed some time alone, Sam sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. They really had to talk about this later, had to sort everything out between the two of them. Right now however Sam guessed that they just had to be alone. The rest of the way to the library they sat in silence, and when Sam got out of the Impala Dean still said nothing, merely waved him goodbye with two fingers before continuing on his way. Sam watched the Impala drive away until he could see it no more and then ascended the steps pushing the library doors open and stepping inside.
For a small town the library was a good size, nicely furbished, at the front desk sat an old woman, obviously the librarian. Beside her sat a young woman, in her late teens, she smiled at Sam as he passed causing the old woman to roll her eyes and nudge the girl. Demanding that she pay better attention before she rose from her chair,
"Is there anything I can help you with son?" She asked with a soft, somewhat untrusting smile, he smiled back and shook his head.
"No thank you, I just need to use one of the computers is all," Sam said, waving as he descended the staircase to the lower level of the library and sat down at a computer that was facing the wall. He didn't think any of the locals would be particularly happy that he was drudging up old records about the Rosenkreuz Orphanage. Especially when they were trying so hard to hide all knowledge about it's existence to outsiders so he decided to try to be as discreet as possible.
He spent what felt like an eternity searching for old morgue and police records only to discover that the ones he was searching for were 'unavailable' or 'could not be found' strange how that happens. After trying various other ways to get to the files and the information he realised that they were not infact there, they had been removed from the system a while after they had been put up. Frowning he scrapped the idea of searching through police records. Deciding instead to look up newspaper articles, considering there were no current stories regarding the Orphanage he went back as far as he could.
It was then when he found one about a new Orphanage being founded at the edge of the town for children who had lost their parents in the town itself and the towns surrounding it. The article showed a picture of the Orphanage, as it had been long ago, when it had been opened. He frowned once again and zoomed in on the pictures noticing that originally there had been no bars on the windows. He then continued to skim through the article but it said nothing of great interest stating that the Orphanage would be named Rosenkreuz after the founder and would be entrusted to his son and daughter-in-law, Pete and Eva Rosenkreuz.
A few years later there was another article on Rosenkreuz, displaying a picture of the Orphanage with the bars on the windows. The article itself did not say much other than the place was to be closed down and left desolate. Saying that due to the gravity of the incident that had happened within it's walls it was best to leave the place as a mark of respect than tear it down and build something else, or renovate it. Sam scowled, 'incident' that word again, they kept using it, never elaborating on what had actually happened.
After that there were no other articles on the Rosenkreuz Orphanage, Sam for one did not believe that it ended there. The media in this town had been well and truly gagged and they didn't seem to care. With a sigh he leant back in the chair and ran a hand through his hair before stretching and clicking the knots out of his spine. He jumped when the hand was placed on his shoulder and glanced back to see Dean stood behind him.
"Any joy?" The elder asked, grabbing a chair and pulling it next to Sam's, leaving it so that the back was facing the computer and sitting down so that he was straddling it. Folding his arms and resting them on the top of the chair back. Sam just sighed, returning to the first article and displaying it on the computer screen.
"Not really no, I couldn't find any reports from the local morgue or any of the police records so I decided to look at newspaper articles, I found two, this one which is about the Orphanage being opened. Apparently it was founded by a man named Christian Rosenkreuz who then entrusted the running of the place to his son and daughter in law. Peter Rosenkreuz was a lieutenant in the army; the place was built at the very beginning of the Second World War, before America even got involved. His wife Eva was a nurse, they took on some staff but pretty much ran the place themselves."
"There's an 'until' coming soon isn't there," Dean stated more than he asked, Sam smirked and nodded, continuing from where he had been interrupted.
"Well I've got no hard facts for this, but Peter Rosenkreuz was a lieutenant right?" Dean nodded, "well, a few years later, America got involved in the war, meaning that he would have had to go off to fight. Leaving Eva to deal with the place on her own. Maybe something started attacking them from the woods and so she put the bars on the window to keep it out." Sam mused aloud,
"Well if that was the case then they didn't do a very good job of it did they?"
"Probably not, the next article I found was a while later, a few months after the end of the war, the place was being shut down. The article says that due to the incident that occurred there the Orphanage would be left abandoned as a mark of respect." Sam explained, "what backs up my theory about the bars on the windows is that, in the first picture," Sam zoomed in on the windows, "there are no bars, but on the second picture the one taken when it was being closed down." Sam brought up the other picture and zoomed in, "there are the bars,"
"Ok, good job Sammy, but that doesn't really give us a lot to go on, we should probably wait for Alex to give us the records tomorrow before we head back to the Asylum. I want a clear picture on what we're dealing with here," Dean explained standing from his seat,
"Dean," he glanced back at his little brother with an eyebrow raised, "did you find anything out at the morgue?" Sam asked, as softly as he could, Dean sighed sitting back down and shaking his head.
"Nope, they told me that they didn't know what I was talking about, said that no children had been found dead at Rosenkreuz Orphanage and that as such no corpses of any children had been brought into the morgue. They also added that no children had ever been brought through their doors that had died of 'suspicious circumstances' after that I left, there was nothing else I could do. They were hiding something I know that but whatever it was there was no way in hell they were going to tell me." Dean explained rising from his seat once again, "you hungry?"
"A little," Sam admitted shutting down the computer and standing beside his brother, stretching all of the muscles in his body that had been inactive up until that point.
"Come on, lets go get something to eat," Dean suggested as they walked over to the stairs and reached the first level of the library. Before they reached the door however the old woman stopped them, calling out to the two of them. They sighed turning around to glance at her with unimpressed looks, they were tired, hungry, and pissed off at being unable to find the answers to their questions in this shitty town. Now was not the time to push the brothers Winchester.
"Excuse me, but I have not seen the two of you before and I have been here long enough to know everyone who lives in this town. Forgive an old bag for being nosy but who are you two and what are you doing here?" She asked, eyes dark. Dean smiled his adorable boyish grin and shrugged.
"We were just passing through thought we'd check out the landmarks, Sam's a collage student, doesn't feel at home unless he has his nose in a book or is sat in a library." Dean joked, the old woman just frowned, "he was feeling homesick, wanted to come and check his e-mail." Dean explained the woman just continued to frown.
"So why did I overhear you talking about the old Rosenkreuz place?" The woman asked, pushing her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose.
"What? Oh we were just talking about this place we visited in Germany last year," Sam covered, grabbing Dean's arm and pulling him towards the door.
"Oh sorry, I thought you two were talking about something else," the old woman said though her eyes told them that she hadn't believed a word of it.
"Michelle, please, leave it," the younger woman begged after witnessing the exchange between the three people, gently placing her hand on the old woman's shoulder and passing Sam and Dean an apologetic smile.
"No, Lizzy, I'm old and set in my ways, strangers bring nothing but bad luck, I don't like them being in my town, darkness always follows them here." Sam and Dean merely glanced at each other, Dean smirking as he turned to look at the woman.
"So… uh… what do you mean by 'bad luck' and 'darkness' what exactly happens when strangers come to the town?" Dean asked as he waltzed over to the desk, leaning against it and staring at the old woman inquisitively.
"Well… I meant that… uh…"
"You meant what? What happened here when strangers came here before, what happened that made you fear us?" Dean pushed; she stared at Lizzy, as if for help, the woman just stared at her in confusion, obviously unsure of what the woman was trying to convey.
"Has something happened here? We're with the FBI ma'am, we can help," Sam interjected, the woman looked up at him, an almost sullen smile crossing her face.
"You two seem to have misunderstood me, what happens within this town stays in this town, it has nothing to do with strangers, you are not wanted here so I suggest you just leave now…" Was is them or did she sound like she was begging them to leave? As if she was… worried about them or what might happen to them if they stayed here?
"Why should we? Last I checked it was a free country, tourists can go where they want whenever they want." Dean stated matter of factly. The woman just stared at him,
"Listen… I tried to say it nicely but we don't want your type here, we're an old fashioned town," she explained, Dean and Sam glanced over at each other, unsure of what she was trying to say.
"Excuse me, but what do you mean by type?" Sam asked, eyebrow raised,
"Homosexuals, like I said, we're an old fashioned town with old fashioned values, people like you make the townspeople feel uncomfortable." She explained though it seemed strained, almost like a lie.
"Well, what we do in our spare time is none of your business and I for one am not going to leave just because people don't like the way I am. If they don't like me then that's their problem not mine." Dean muttered, walking over to Sam and grabbing hold of his arm, leading him out of the library and into the cool night air. They were halfway to the Impala when Lizzy called out to them, running over to where they were stood.
"I'm really sorry about that, I don't know what's wrong with her, she's always testy when strangers come into town. I'm not really sure why, but she's never said things like that before, my brother's gay and she's never had any problems with him, infact the town has a good outlook on homosexual relationships so I really don't know why she said what she did. I just thought I'd let you know, nobody here will mind about your sexual orientations." She explained, fidgeting nervously. Dean smiled at her and placing his hand on her shoulder gently.
"Thanks for that, it's good to know, thanks again, maybe we'll see you around," Dean said, she nodded and smiled softly,
"I'd like that, anyway, I'd best be getting back, we'll be closing up soon, goodnight," she mumbled turning around and walking back towards the library.
Sam frowned as they continued towards the Impala, grabbing Dean's arm and turning his brother so that he was looking at him; Dean just raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"What the hell was that?" Sam asked referring to the events inside and outside the library, "why did you let them think that we were sleeping together?"
"I don't know, because I don't care what other people think about us," Dean explained as he opened the door to the driver's seat and ducked into the Impala. Sam frowned once again, ducking into his side.
"Still that librarian was an old woman why couldn't you have just said that we we're brothers?" Dean sighed placing the keys in the ignition but instead of starting the car he just turned to look at Sam.
"Because I'm tired of trying to explain myself to people I don't even know when I can't even get across my reasons for doing the things I do to the person who is closest to me in the whole world." Dean explained matter of factly as he turned the key in the ignition and started the car, the Impala almost roaring to life.
"Is this what this is always going to be about Dean? The fact that I don't understand why you do some of the things you do? If I don't and it's annoying you so goddamned much then why don't you just explain it to me?" Sam asked, growing increasingly tired of Dean's attitude towards him; yes he admitted that he had said some harsh things in regards to his brother. Yes he felt bad about it, he had said sorry more times than he could count and still Dean wasn't prepared to forgive him. He was getting tired of the cold shoulder, of the silence.
"One day I will Sammy, but not now, I can't right now." Dean explained staring at the road ahead and refusing to even glance at his baby brother
"Fine, whatever, but when we're done here we're going to sit down and talk about all of this, in detail, I don't care if you think it's a 'chick-flick' moment, it's what we're going to do." Sam explained, leaning his head against the window, he had a headache and the cool of the glass felt wonderful against the heat that pulsed through his head.
"Ok," Dean said simply, glancing over at his younger brother to see the slight grimace on his face, "are you ok Sam?" Sam's eyes opened and he gave a weak smile to his older brother,
"Yeah, just a little tired," Sam admitted
"We'll get food to go then," Dean muttered softly, turning the radio off. Sam had a headache, it was obvious and Dean was slightly concerned, there was a lot of tension between the two of them at the moment and though he knew that it had to be resolved he just couldn't bare to face it head on right now. He felt guilty about that of course, because he couldn't help wondering if Sam was maybe picking up on that with his ESP.
XxxxxXA heartbeat, pounding loudly, unbearable, the only sound in the otherwise deafening silence. Yet it wasn't the heartbeat from a body, no, this one surrounded him, reverberating off of the walls. He shuddered, advancing through the darkness, an irritating whisper in his ear, a chill on his back, soaking through his clothes and onto skin. The kind of cold you felt when something supernatural was behind you. Still he continued on, not knowing where he was going as he was finding it difficult to even see his hand waving infront of his face.
The clinking of chains echoed throughout the room and the heartbeat sped up, the voice whispered in his ear once again and he stopped moving, suddenly feeling the grip of a gun being held in his right hand. He could feel the smirk tugging at his lips, could feel his hand tighten around the gun, could feel his own heartbeat within his chest, slightly abnormal, beating a little too fast but that was nothing compared to the thudding inside the room. He titled his head and a light flickered on, the voice whispering once again but what it was saying he just didn't know.
He saw the chains nailed roughly halfway down the wall, following them down to the body that they kept restrained to the wall. A trail of blood running down from where the perfectly soft lips had been split, another trail of blood running down from a gash on the side of the male's face. The smirk widened, the head was bowed and turned slightly to the left, enough to reveal the cuts but not enough to give away who the being was. He was slouched on the floor, tired of struggling against the restraints, and it was obvious that he had struggled. His wrists were bright red, spotted with blood from where he had pulled and tried to free himself.
His shirt had been ripped open and trails of blood ran down from various wounds in his chest, then he glanced up, meeting the gaze of the man with the gun in his hand. Tears running silently from his beautiful hazel eyes to fall down to meet the gashes on his cheeks and mix with the blood that it found there, creating a sinister looking pink that fell from soft flesh onto hard concrete. The moonlight illuminated the handsome masculine features, giving the figure an almost ethereal glow, and a saddened smirk tugged at the one side of his lips, creating a half-hearted lopsided grin that made him look completely and utterly defeated.
"Sammy…" the male rasped, and it was like being hit by a train, the way the realisation made him feel. The man sat on the floor, with his hands chained to the wall, was Dean… his older brother, and Sam became even more aware of the gun in his hand. Even more aware of the fact that there was a voice in his ear and that he was raising the gun, pointing it at Dean's heart. Sam screamed out within his head, telling himself to stop, screaming and crying and begging for himself to drop the gun and help Dean.
Though he didn't, that part of Sam wasn't in control it was another part, the part that wanted Dean dead and there was nothing that Sam could do to stop it. No matter how much he screamed his pleas weren't acknowledged by his own body. The lopsided smirk slowly turned into a gentle smile and hazel eyes fell closed, the wall of tears that had built within them shattering and falling in crystalline rivulets down the elder's cheeks. He looked so broken, so complacent, so dead even though he was still very much alive.
When the hazel eyes opened once more, staring down the barrel of the gun, they were glazed with a sort of overwhelming pain, that was so intense it hurt Sam just to see it. He wanted to drop the gun, to walk over to Dean and wrap his arms around him. To hold him close and tell him that everything would be ok, but he couldn't force his body to do that, so there he stood with the gun pointing directly at Dean's heart, his brother chained to the wall so defeated, so hurt, so betrayed.
"I wish… I wish I could have made you understand Sammy, then maybe you wouldn't hate me as much as you do." Dean whispered, eyes falling closed once again, and Sam felt himself pushing down on the trigger, screaming for his body to stop, to listen, screaming that this wasn't what he wanted. Nevertheless he continued to press down on the trigger until it could be pushed back no further. Then he felt himself let go, watched as the bullet was released from the gun and sent hurtling into Dean's chest, watched as the bullet hit and Dean collapsed forward… one word escaping the elders lips… "Sorry…"
"NO!" Sam jolted up in his bed, heart pounding within his chest, sweat beading his brow and causing his hair to stick to his forehead. He felt sick and dizzy, more than anything he felt absolutely terrified. He had foreseen Jess' death in his dreams weeks before it had actually happened, what if this was foretelling what was going to happen to Dean? What if this was a vision; a vision showing him that he was going to kill his brother? Finish what he had started in the Asylum back in Illinois.
He looked over at Dean to see the elder awake and staring at him, and Sam couldn't take it anymore, silent tears began to make their ways down his face. He wouldn't hurt Dean again, he would never hurt Dean again and he would certainly never kill Dean. No matter what, he leant forward, cradling his head in his hands. Shielding his face from view, he didn't expect Dean to comfort him, didn't expect for Dean to sit down on the edge of his bed and wrap his arms around his baby brother, holding him close. Telling him that it was just a bad dream and that it would all be ok.
He didn't expect it but it happened, the mattress shifted slightly due to the new weight that it found had been placed upon it and two strong, familiar arms were wrapped around his shoulders. Bringing him flush against the body of his elder brother, as he shakily wrapped his arms around Dean and buried his head into his brother's neck, taking in Dean's scent and feeling suddenly calm and at peace. Dean gently began to rub the younger's back whispering a soft 'ssh' as he rocked his baby brother in an attempt to console him.
"Ssh, it's ok, just a nightmare, ssh Sammy," Dean hushed softly, running his hand through Sam's hair, the younger just hugged the older tighter. Desperate to feel him, to know that he was there and that he wasn't going anywhere. Because Sam knew that he would kill anything that conspired to take Dean from him…
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNOk well that is the fourth chapter not many to go now, and we're getting closer to the good stuff, God it takes me forever to get characters together --U please forgive me and please review it would mean a lot to me n.n
Thank you…