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Chapter 3:
On the third day of Christmas my Zachariah gave to me, three French maids….
Dean opened the motel door with a creak. "What the…" He began.
"Merry Christmas, Dean." Zachariah said with a smile. Three beautiful women stood around him dressed as French maids.
"Who are they?" Dean asked, his eyes still focused on the women.
"They're yours….if you agree to something." Zachariah offered with a smile.
"I'm not being Michael's vessel." Dean answered in a firm tone. "Out." He demanded.
The girls looked disappointed as they walked out the door. Zachariah stood in the doorway, making one last attempt to persuade Dean. "Dean, just-"
"OUT." He said firmly and slammed the door shut, almost hitting Zachariah in the face.
Dean turned from the door, mumbling quietly "Angels."
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