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Day 7:
On the seventh day of Christmas, my Alistair gave to me…
Dean stepped away from the mangled soul and watched it reform before him. Other than its black eyes it looked completely human.
Alistair stood behind Dean with a large smile. "I have something for you Dean."
Dean turned to look at Alistair, confusion spreading across his face. "What?"
"Come here." Alistair began to walk away, signaling for Dean to follow.
Dean cautiously followed the demon; Alistair stopped in front of a shelf and picked up an object that was wrapped in an old brown cloth. Handing it to Dean, he smiled deviously. "These are for you."
"Me?" Dean questioned.
Alistair nodded. "Open it."
Dean looked down at the mysterious package then opened it. Inside laid seven knives in various shapes and sizes. He lifted one up to examine it, its smooth surface reflected the flames that surrounded him.
"You've been here for seven years now, it's about time that you had your own supplies."
Dean smiled then turned back to the knives, lifting one that was thin with serrated edges. He looked to Alistair, running his finger across the tip of the knife nonchalantly.
"Well, don't just stand there, try them out." He smiled encouragingly.
Dean carried his new knives happily towards the rack, pulling one out of the package in his hand at random.
"Dean?" Questioned the girl. "Is that you?"
"Oh. Hello, Bella."
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