Medusa: Supernatural Rewrite Chapter 26: In My Time Of Dying, a supernatural fanfic

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 is still playing on the radio as we zoom in on the wrecked Impala.

The demon-possessing-a-truck-driver steps out of his truck and walks over. He looks over the people in the car, Alec, John and Dean, are still unconscious, then to Sam, who swallows, barely awake. The demon pulls the driver's side door off its hinges to reveal Sam pointing the colt at him. "Back. Or I'll kill you, I swear to god." Sam hisses, his body full of pain. "You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else." The demon smirks, and Sam, despite being in pain as well, smirks and cocks the gun. "That's where you're wrong, I've got two bullets left, you wanna bet?" It flinches slightly, before the black demon-ichor pours out of the man, who collapses. Sam uncocks the gun, drops his head back in relief, the truck driver gapes in horror at the sight before him. "Oh my god!" Sam moans, turning to face the others, "Dad?" He looks further back, "Alec, answer me...Dean? Dean!" The truck driver calls 911 as Sam passes out, not being able to see Maeve before everything goes black.

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Dawn is breaking, two rescue helicopters descend to the site, and all four are being loaded onto stretchers. John and Dean are still unconscious, Sam is awake, and Alec is slowly coming too. "Maeve?" One of the crew members leans down to speak to him. "Everything's okay, we've got you." Alec winces, "No, my sister! Where is my sister?!" The woman looks surprised to know that there is another person involved. "We'll find her, I promise." She disappears from sight, and Alec falls back into slumber. Sam, however, is determined to try and check on everyone.

"Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heartrate 95, 95."

"Tell me if they're okay!"

"You have to stay still!"

"Are they even alive? Did you find Maeve?! Hey! Where is she?"

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𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, in a room, Dean sits up, works his jaw, gets out of bed. He is wearing a white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, and nothing else. He goes into the hallway, he needs to find Maeve.

"Maeve? Sam? Dad? Anybody?" Dean goes down the stairs to the front of the hospital and finds a nurse's station. "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, i think I was in a car accident, my dad, my brother, my girlfriend and her brother, I just need to find them." The nurse is unresponsive, "Hello?" He starts snapping his fingers at her, frowning when she doesn't respond. He goes back upstairs, panicked, and sees his own body on the bed, intubated and dying.

"Son of a bitch."

Still reeling from the shock of seeing his unconscious body, Dean turns, relieved, as Sam enters. Sam stops at the door and stares at his brother's body, breathing heavily. "Sammy! You look good. Considering." Dean laughs drying at his own words. "Oh, no." Sam breaths out, tears in his eyes. "Man, tell me you can hear me. How's dad? Is he okay? Where is Maeve? I wanna see her. Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!" Dean snips towards his brother, but it proves unsuccessful. The Doctor soon enters the room, "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like and your friend left, despite our wishes." He explains, Sam nods, seeming to already know. "He went to find his sister, since y'all couldn't." Dean's eyes widen in horror, "What?! Where the hell Is she?!" The lights start to flicker for a second as Dean's monitor fluctuates.

Sam turns to him with a sadden look, "Don't worry, Dean. Alec will find her." Sam turns back to the Doctor who raised a brow at the younger male. "He better, or I'll kick his ass." Dean mutters to himself.

"Doc, what about my brother?" Sam asks, "Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema." Sam's shoulders sag at his words, this wasn't good. "Well, what can we do?" He asks, "Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up." Dean scoffs from off to the side. "If?" Sam questions, raising a brow. "I have to be honest..." Dean starts to speak overlapping the Doctor, but of course isn't heard. "Oh, screw you, Doc, I'm waking up."

"Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations."

"Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam?"

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Back at the crash sight, Alec stands, staring at the area, trying to remember the accident. After the truck hit, everything went black, but as he walks over to the overturned dirt where the impala used to be, he takes notice of drag marks leading away. It looks like she managed to climb out, but stops...he bends down to take a closer look. She definitely passed out, but something or someone dragged her further away. The drag marks leading towards the nearby forest, "I'm coming, Maeve. Stay safe." Alec whispers, shifting his bow as he stands and follows after the trail.

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Back at the hospital, John is lying in a hospital bed, his arm in a sling. Awkwardly one-handed, he pulls something out of his wallet. "Here. Give them my insurance." Sam takes the card John gives him, smiling as he reads it. "Elroy McGillicutty?" Sam teases lightly, "And his two loving sons. So, what else did the Doctor say about Dean?" Sam's smile falls as he looks up at his father. "Nothing. Look. The Doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him. Alec is out looking for Maeve, if we find her, she could heal him." John nods, but doesn't like the idea. "We'll look for someone." Sam gives a tense smile, "Yeah."

"But Sam, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone." John sighs, Sam shakes his head, no he had hope. He believed in Alec and he believed in Maeve, "Why not? I found that faith healer before. We have Maeve and Alec, when they get..." John scoffs back a laugh, "When they get here?! Yeah, good luck with that, they're monsters! She ran the first chance she had!" John starts shouting, Sam shakes his head and slams his hands down on the end of the bed. "That's not true and you know it!" Sam snarls back, the two males pausing in silence. "Right, whatever, the faith healer was one in a million and I doubt she'll be back anytime soon." John says, looking towards the window.

He didn't trust that monster.

"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Sam asks, throwing his arms out in frustration. "No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone." He pauses, slowly looking back towards Sam. "Where's the Colt?" Sam scoffs, laughing dryly. "Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?" Sam snapped with a glare, god could his father be any more of a dick?! "We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card." Sam scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. "It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83." Sam explains to his father, after waking up, and making sure his father and brother were here, he went and asked questions about the impala. Dean was going to be pissed, "All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside."

"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place."

"All right. You, you go meet up with Bobby. you get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security."

"I think I've got it covered."

He gets up to leave; John stops him, picking up a sheet of paper. "Hey. Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me." Sam frowns, reading the paper. "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?" Sam asks, looking up at his father. "Protection." John lies, quite easily as well. "Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?" Sam asks, watching his father pause for a moment; before he shakes his head and speaks up. "No, I don't." Sam leaves, shutting the door to reveal Dean, who has been leaning behind it. "Well, you sure know something." He utters out with a glare, he had been watching them the entire time and he's finally seeing his father without the glasses of a soldier. God, Maeve was right, he didn't need his father, not anymore anyway.

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𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓, a groan escapes Maeve's lips as she slowly opens her eyes. Her body hurt like hell, head pounding, she goes to move, but finds herself unable too. She's tied up to a chair, the area around her looks old, like a cabin. She glances around the room, her eyes slowly widening in horror and fear at the sight on one of the walls. It was filled with pictures of her, everywhere she's been, before and after the boys. Pictures of her through window, pictures of her sleeping, even her and Dean getting it on. There is side research about who she was, a shiver runs down her spine as she looks over the pictures of Dean's face crossed out.

"Do you like them?" She whips her head to face a man, he looks familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. "Who are you?! What do you want with me?!" He just smiles, closing the door and locking it. He carries a bag of groceries to the table, "Don't worry, you're safe here. I've done research, I know how to protect you." She glares, "I'm not worried about my safety." She hisses at him, he just laughs, turning to face her once more. She takes notice of a ribbon in his hand, "I know. They've brainwashed you, so until I can get you to remember, this stays on." She shakes her head as he comes closer, "Don't!! Don't touch me!" In a panic, she flinches and closes her eyes, god he was going to rape her, wasn't he?!

She jumped when the cloth is placed over her eyes, "Don't worry, beautiful. I won't touch you until you tell me I can, but I can't have you turning me to stone before you remember me either." A sob escapes her lips as a wave of self loathing and hate for the inability to protect herself washes over her.

She was useless.

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𝑨𝒕 𝑩𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚'𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, Sam looks down at the mangled car, Bobby is there as well. "Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed." Sam sighs, placing his hands on his hips. He was worried about his brother, worried about his father and he was worried about Maeve and Alec; he had yet to hear from Alec since he left. God, he hoped they were ok, "Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap." Bobby sighs, Sam shakes his head immediately. "No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this." Sam explains to Bobby, who scoffs slightly. "There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging." Bobby tries to reason, but Sam stands firm against him. "Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..." He stops, taking in a breath as tears gather in his eyes. His brother was in a coma, his best friend was missing, and his dad was still being a douche. Bobby takes note, nodding as he speaks up, "Okay. You got it."

"Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him." Sam hands over the list. Bobby looks at it, frowning, "What's John want with this?" Bobby asks, a tone of suspicion in his voice. "Protection from the demon?" Bobby gives him a look, which immediately turns him on to something. His father was lying to him, again! "What?" Sam asks, raising a brow, "Nothing, it's just, um..." Bobby turns to walk away, shaking his head in disbelief. "Bobby? What's going on?" Sam questions as he follows after his secondary father figure.

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John is sitting by Dean's bed; Dean watches him, standing nearby, still waiting for someone to see him. "Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" He starts walking around the bed, looking at his father with a horrified look. "I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?" He pauses, hearing something. "What is that?" Dean goes into the hallway and a spirit whooshes past him. He jumps back, turning towards his father who is still staring at his body. "I take it you didn't see that."

Dean stalks the spirit down the hallways. He sees it go into a back hallway where a woman is lying on the floor, choking. "Help! Help!" Dean moves forward, and tries to touch her, only for his hands to go right through her. "Hey! I need some help in here!" He shouts, trying and failing to gain anyone's attention. "I can't... breathe!" She pants loudly, trying desperately to breathe, then goes silent. Dean, leaning over her, looks on helplessly.

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𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, Maeve had spent the last few hours trying to come up with plan of action. The man from earlier, had started muttering to himself, but he had yet to say anything to her. He was familiar, but she couldn't place him. "Why are you doing this? You know what I am, you know I'm going to rip you to shreds so why?" She speaks up, the pacing stops. She jumps slightly when a laugh echoes throughout the room. "That's were your wrong." A scream escapes Maeve's lips as something hot is burned into her skin on her stomach. She flails around, trying to kick at the man, he pulls it away, grabbing her chin and shushes her. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I had to mark my territory." A sob escapes her lips as he lets her chin go, she hangs her head as she sobs.

Why?

Why was this happening?

What happened to Dean?

Are they okay?

Her body starts to sag, but she had to say one last thing before she went to wonderland. "Don't call me sweetheart."

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𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕 the hospital, Sam stalks into the room with a duffel bag; Dean meets him at the door and starts trying to talk to him. "Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing." Dean tries to explain, but he wasn't heard at all. "You're quiet." Sam turns, fuming, and hurls the bag onto the bed with a crash. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam snarls towards his father who stares up at him with a raised brow. "What are you talking about?" John asks, trying to play it off, but Sam wasn't having any of that bullshit. "That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" Sam shouts, his voice echoing off the walls. "I have a plan, Sam."

"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!" Sam continues, Dean groans in exasperation off to the side. "No, no, no, guys, don't do this!" He calls out, too bad they still couldn't hear him. "Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean." John shouts back, "How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!" Sam yells out in anger, his breath coming out in huffs. Dean continues to try and overlap their conversation, "Come on guys, don't do this!" John's voice overlaps his instead. "You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now, if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."

"It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too."

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now."

"Shut up, both of you!"

"Go to hell."

"I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong..."

"I said SHUT UP!"

Dean smacks a glass of water off the table and it goes flying, crashing to the floor. Sam and John look at each other, confused, Dean looks stunned. "Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother." Suddenly, Dean crumples in pain, flickering. "You overexerted yourself." Dean grunts, turning to face a faded like image of Maeve. "Maeve?" He whispers in confusion as nurses and doctors start running by in the hallway. "How?" Dean groans again, and the image of Maeve disappears. "Wait! Come back!" He yells out in pain, just barely managing to find his footing and make his way outside. Something was wrong with him, "Something's going on out there." He faintly hears his father say, as he struggles back towards his room, leaning against the wall for support.

John jerks his head indicating, 'Go find out.' to Sam. The younger male immediately rushes out of the room and follows after everyone. Monitors are beeping, a Doctor and some nurses are surrounding Dean, resuscitating him. "All clear." Sam makes his way to the doorway, tears in his eyes as he takes in the sight before him. "No." He breaths out in horror, shaking his head, a sob escaping his lips. "Still no pulse." A nurse calls, "Okay, let's go again, 360." Replies on of the three doctors standing in the room. "Charging." Sam continues to stand in the doorway, crying and fidgeting; Dean comes slowly behind him. He sees a ghostly figure floating over the body lying in the bed. Glaring, he moves forward, standing next to Sam. "You get the hell away from me." He runs to the bed and faces the thing down, yelling. "I said get back!"

Sam blinks, looks confused, as if he's heard something. Dean grabs for the spirit; he latches on momentarily before it hurls him back and then soars out of the room. The monitors slow, quiet, "We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." Dean runs into the hallway, looking for the spirit; it's vanished. Sam sighs in relief and backs into the hallway, watching from there. Dean comes back, stands by him, "Don't worry, Sammy. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it." Sam looks over to where Dean was, confused. Dean wanders the halls, then hears a girl yelling. "Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" Dean groans in annoyance as he makes his way down the hall. "Now what?"

"Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!" Dean comes up on a woman with short black hair, she was pretty in her own way, but nothing like his Maeve. "Can you see me?" He calls out, she spins and smiles in relief at the sight of him. He frowns, there was something about the look of her, he didn't trust it. "Yeah." She breaths out, coming closer to him. "All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?" Dean asks, "Tessa." She replies. "Okay, good, Tessa, I'm Dean."

"What's happening to me? Am - am I dead?"

"That sort of depends."

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Dean and Tessa stand outside a room, watching what is apparently Tessa's body, hooked up to tubes and machines. A woman sits by the bed, holding her hand. "I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy." Dean snorts slightly at her words, the irony of it all. "Well, I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications." He snarks out, Tessa shoots him a glare. "It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream." She breaths out after a moment, running a hand through her hair in fear. "Tessa. It's not a dream." Dean explains, watching her with slight annoyance. He really wished Maeve was here, "Then what else could it be?" She asks, "You ever heard of an out of body experience?" Dean responds, raising a brow towards the woman. "What are you, some new agey guy?" She asks, Dean shoots her a bitchface.

"You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni?" He asks, his voice filled with sarcasm, before he continues. "It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names: Bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches... I think it's happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death." Dean explains to her as they walk away from the room. "So, we're going to die?" Tessa asks, after a moment of silence has passed over them. "No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there and wake up."

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𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 Maeve's lips as her head hangs, every time he asked her to remember his name, and she answered incorrectly; he would smack her. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you have to get the name right. Come on, I know you remember me. You remember all those lives you've take, how can you not remember a man who used to wait on you?" She sucks in a breath at his words, his voice finally registers within her mind as images rush by.

"Will! Your name is Will!" She shouts out, flinching when his laugh rang throughout the cabin. "There she is! Finally, I thought you'd never remember." She lets out a yelp as he grabs her, "Easy, it's okay, I'm just going to bath you. You're all bloody, baby. I'm sorry." A sob escapes her lips as he pulls her up, she tries to go for the blind over her eyes, but her grabs her hands. He was stronger than her in this form, "Ah, don't even think about it. Come on." He leans her through the cabin, towards the bathroom.

This was hell.

Her own personal hell.

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𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕 Sam with a doubtful look, "What do you mean, you felt something?" He asks his son, raising a brow. Sam rolls his eyes, "I mean it felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it... But do you think it's even possible? I mean, do you think his spirit could be around?" Sam asks his father, John shrugs in response. "Anything's possible, I mean your brother's dating Medusa." Sam blinks, before nodding. "Fair point. Well, there's one way to find out." Sam turns to leave, causing John to frown. "Where are you going?" John calls out, "I gotta pick something up, I'll be back." Just before Sam exits the room, John stops him. "Wait, Sam. I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean's okay." Sam nods, leaves.

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Dean and Tessa are walking down the hallway. "I gotta say, I'm impressed." Dean speaks up, shooting the woman a suspicious look. "With what?" Tessa asks, looking up at him with a frown. "With you. Most people in your spot would be jello right now, but uh, you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me." Dean hints, she squints slightly, pausing to think of something to say. "Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first. But now, I don't know. Maybe I'm dealing." She shrugs, "So, you're okay with dying?" Dean asks, raising a brow as he comes to a stop. She scoffs, "No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen's gonna happen. It's out of my control, it's fate."

"Huh. Well, that's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting, no matter what…."

"Room 237, code blue. Dr. Kripke to room 237, code blue."

"Where are you going?"

"Just wait here."

Dean runs down the hallway to another room in crisis. The same spirit is hovering over a little girl, who is being resuscitated. It reaches a hand into her face, "Get away from her!" He lunges at the spirit, which vanishes. The nurses stop resuscitation, "All right, let's call it." The Doctor breaths out, shaking his head in sadness at the loss. "Time of death, five eleven p.m." A moment of silence passes over everyone, before one of the nurses speaks up. "At least she's not suffering anymore. Come in."Dean looks stunned at how quickly they gave up on her.

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Maeve waits until he's distracted by turning the tap on, before she attacks. She shifts, kicking him backwards causing him to shout in shock as she tries to run, using her other senses to make it out of the bathroom. She doesn't know how, but she manages to snap the binds off. He shouts, coming at her as she moves to take the blindfold off, "No!" A scream tears from her lips as he manages to snatch her up again. "No! Please, don't!" She yelps, her body slamming into the wall he had thrown her at, she groans as she hits the floor. She spins, trying to crawl away, but is stopped when he pins her down. Panicking, she continues to cry out, going for the blindfold once more, "Ah..ah..ah, can't have that, now can we?" His voice sends chills down her spine as turns her over.

He pins her arms down, using his knees to crush them. She cries out once more, "I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice." He breathes out, without moving, he grabs something from the coffee table they happened to be next too. A split second of peace, before another scream breaks out through the air, followed by the sound of clicking.

Pain.

That's all she could feel, blood dripping from her forehead as he pulls back. "There, now you have no reason to run. Don't worry, you'll be fine. Oh, it looks like I missed a spot." Another click sounds throughout the room as Maeve passes out from the pain.

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𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 passed by, and Sam now stands in Dean's room. Dean is already waiting, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Sam enters the room quietly, clutching a brown paper bag in his arms. "Hey. I think maybe you're around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk." He pulls out a box labeled, 'Mystical Talking Board', Dean is now behind him, arms folded. He rolls his eyes and scoffs at the sight of it, "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." Sam circles around the bed and sits cross legged on the floor. He opens the box and pulls out the board, "Dean? Dean, are you here?" With a groan, Dean replies, "God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." He sits opposite Sam in front of the board. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work." Sam has his hands poised on the pointer. Dean rolls his eyes as he sits down, he pauses, staring his brother down before placing his fingers on it. He takes a breath, concentrating, before he slowly pushes it to, 'yes' on the board.

Sam gasps, and Dean lets out a laugh in shock. "I'll be damned." Sam laughs in relief, "It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean. Alec is looking for Maeve, she disappeared at the crash." Dean sighs, he really wanted to get into it with Sam, he wanted to get more information, but they didn't have the time. He knew his girl was strong, she would be ok, he just knew it. "Damn straight." He mutters out, mostly to himself, before placing his fingers on the pointer again and starts sliding it. Sam stares at the pointer as it sliding under his fingers, "Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" The pointer slides back to, 'yes' Sam's brows furrow. "It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" Dean gives his brother a look of annoyance, not that he could see it.

"One question at a time, dude."

"What is it?" The pointer slides again during the following, to R, E, A, P. "I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up." Dean explains as he moves the pointer, mostly to himself. "A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" The pointer slides to, 'yes' and Sam takes in a breath. "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." He breaths out, Dean nods in agreement, taking his fingers off the board for a moment.

"Yeah, you can't kill death." Dean watches his brother, "Man, you're, um…." Sam pauses, giving Dean his moment. "I'm screwed, Sam. You need to find Maeve." Dean says, but goes unheard. "No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way." Sam stands, pacing. "There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do." He leaves the room, leaving Dean by himself.

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Within the forest, Alec keeps moving, following the tracks of whoever had taken his sister. Clearly, they didn't think anyone would follow, because they didn't even try to cover them up, not that they would be able too anyway. For what Alec could see, whoever had taken his sister was carrying her, not dragging. He could tell by the indented footprints and the fact that there were no drag marks. He could also see that it was only one person, a bad feeling forming in his stomach. He couldn't help, but wonder why his sister hadn't tried to escape. She was probably unconscious, either by the crash or from whoever took her.

That left another question, though, why hadn't he run into her yet? He knew she'd come back this way, but that would mean she had over powered the person who had taken her. His sister was strong, he knows that, but he was starting to become even more worried about her. She should've escaped by now, and they should've crossed paths.

Yet, the silence around him, scared him so much. This wasn't good. He needed to get to her.

𐄁𐄁𐄁𐄁𐄁𐄁𐄁𐄁

𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏'𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 and sees that the bed is empty, he frowns in confusion for a moment. "Dad." Little did he know, as he grabbed his father's journal, said man was downstairs, about to make a deal.

John pushes the door open and enters, carrying the duffel bag. He walks through a dark and dripping hallway to a clear space, places the bag down. He pulls out a box of white chalk and starts drawing a large symbol on the floor.

Sam returns carrying the journal, he sits on the edge of Dean's bed. "Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room." Sam calls out, hoping that his brother was in his room, but he had a strong feeling he was right. "Where is he?" Dean asks, still going unheard. "If Maeve was here, she'd hear me." Dean mutters out in annoyance, "But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here." Sam flips open the journal and leafs through it, glancing up at Dean's unconscious form occasionally, he could feel him, but still couldn't see or hear anything. Dean comes to stand behind him, "Thanks for not giving up on me, Sammy." Sam turns to a page that says, 'Reapers.' Dean leans over and reads something, a small smirk on his face. "Son of a bitch, I was right." He leaves, stalking down the hallway until he sees Tessa, who is sitting on the edge of the bed. She's dressed differently, "Hi, Dean." She speaks up, turning to face him.

"You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't, but I kinda figured. Basically they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, a, a pretty girl. You're much prettier than the last reaper I met, but not prettier than my woman, tell me, you seen her anywhere?" Dean asks, crossing his arms and glaring at the reaper, she sighs. "No, she's still alive, from what I can tell, but she's in trouble. I'll tell you, if she does die, it won't be a reaper that takes her." Dean stares at her in shock, "Wait…like actual…." Tessa nods, "Their close friends, Medusa and Death, hand in hand until the end of time." Dean sucks in a breath, damn, he didn't think he could find his girl more attractive. "Seriously?" Tessa asks, her face scrunched up as she takes in the look on his face. He shrugs, "What can I say, anything she does, just gets me going." He clinks his tongue with a smirk, Tessa rolls her eyes.

She goes to speak, but Dean suddenly grows serious. "That whole, 'accepting fate.' rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick almost had me fooled. You could use some better acting skills, didn't really buy it, well not until the mother, and the body. Now, that's what I'm still trying to figure that out, how'd you pull that off?" Dean asks, crossing his arms as he stares her down. Tessa seems surprised at the fact that he had seen through her, she usually gets away with her acting. "It's my sandbox, I can make you see whatever I want." Dean scoffs with a glare, "What, is this like a turn-on for you? What, toying with me?" He snarls at her, "You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me." Another eye roll, he didn't care about the feelings of any female other than his.

"Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?"

"How death is nothing to fear, Medusa would tell you the same thing." She reaches up to touché his cheek, but he pulls back, snatching her hand. "Her name is Maeve, and I don't fear death. I just have someone to get back to, my family needs me, my girl needs me." He snarls, throwing her hand down. "It's your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already." She utters out, watching him with a sympathetic look, if only she realized what gods plan was for him.

…

Down in the boiler room, John has finished the chalk symbol, has placed several candles and a black bowl around it. He is incanting in Latin, as he slide the knife across his palm, drawing blood and dripping it on the bowl. He lights a match and drops it in; the sand in the bowl flares and goes out. John stands, looking around, he jumps when a hand grabs his shoulder. He spins around, "What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?" It was a janitor, glaring at him with a frown. "I can explain." John starts, but the man scoffs. "Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on. You follow me." As the man turns away, John pulls out the colt and cocks it. "Hey. How stupid do you think I am?" The man turns back, his eyes glowing yellow. "You really want an honest answer to that?"

John makes a bitchface at the response, that was totally something Maeve would say to him. Two possessed men in lab coats stalk by and take positions behind John, "You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things. But suicidally reckless wasn't one of them." Yellow eyes laughs, giving him a teasing look. "I could always shoot you." John hisses, "You could always miss." Yellow eyes replies as he laughs, shrugging his shoulders. "And you've only got one try, don't'cha? Did you really think you could trap me?" Yellow eyes cocks his head got the side with a scoff, "Oh, I don't want to trap you." John lowers the gun, leaving the demon slightly confused. "I want to make a deal." Yellow eyes raises a brow, looking intrigued by his words.

…

Back upstairs, Sam is standing on the window side of Dean's bed, hands in his pockets. Dean is not there, though, he's still with Tessa. "Dean, are you here?" Sam looks around, "I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with dad, we'll kill each other, you know that." Sam pauses, trying not to cry. "Dean, you've got to hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again, and you're finally happy. Happier than I've seen you in a long time, god, I wish Maeve was here right now. Can you hear me?"

Back in the empty room, Dean is staring out a dark window. "Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but... you've gotta make an exception, you've gotta cut me a break." Dean starts, Tessa laughs gently, "Stage three: bargaining." She says, giving him a look. He shakes his head, turning to face her. "I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this, um, war, and they need me. Maeve needs me, hell Alec probably needs me, freaking douche." Dean says, his voice lowers at his own little insult. Alec was like another brother, he could already tell he would be getting on his nerves soon enough. "The fight's over." Tessa replies, ignoring the voice in the back of her head, when Medusa found out, she would come for her. "No, it isn't."

"It is for you. Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the Same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them." Dean scoffs at her words, "My brother. He could die without me, my girl could die without me and I swear if they do, I'm gonna haunt your ass." Tessa raises a brow at his words, he also pauses to think back on it, before he blinks and waves his hand. "You know what I mean." He says, moving to sit down on the bed. "Maybe they will, maybe they won't. Nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable death. A warrior's death." Tessa tries to explain, "I think I'll pass on the seventy two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway, or any chicks for that matter, only my chick. God, I miss my g…" Tessa snaps her fingers, "Dean, focus. Now's, not the time." Tessa grunts out, moving to sit down next to him. This was getting annoying, why did she have to get Dean Winchester? "There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do."

"Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent." Dean pauses, slowly looking towards her. "What are you saying?" He asks, giving her a glare. "Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt." Another chuckle escapes his lips, "It's funny that you think Maeve won't come and save me." He smirks, Tessa, however doesn't seem fazed as she looks at him. "Where is she, then?" A dark look crosses over his face at her words.

…

Yellow eyes, John, and the two minions are still in a circle around the summoning symbol. "It's very unseemly, making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?" Yellow eyes asks, raising a brow at John, he knew the man wasn't lying, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. "It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean. You've got to bring him back." John says, he wasn't lying, and everyone in the room knew it. "Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them." Yellow eyes laughs, teasing the man. "It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean." John hisses out, Yellow eyes raises a hand, pointing a finger at John. "Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me, and hens got a powerful being wrapped around his finger. But still, you're right, he isn't much of a threat, and neither is your other son. Medusa, however, now I gotta watch out for that one." John lowers his head, raises his eyes.

"And you wouldn't want to piss her off by killing the man she loves, now would you? Because, I'll tell her, don't think I won't." The two men have a stare down, before Yellow eyes chuckles. "You're good, I'll give you that. Tell me, you know the truth, right? About Sammy? And the other children?" Yellow eyes asks, crossing his arms as he raises a brow towards the man. "Yeah. I've known for a while." John replies with a nod, "But Sam doesn't, does he? You've been playing dumb." Yellow eyes laughs once more, John flinches, clenching his jaw. "Can you bring Dean back? Yes or no?" He snarls, looking at the demon with a mean glare. "No. But I know someone who can." A moment of silence, "It's not a problem." John lets out a breath and nods, "Good, but before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure that Dean's okay. With my own eyes."

"Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" John shakes his head slowly, "Fine." A moment of silence passed over them. "So, we have a deal?" John asks, "No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot." Yellow eyes says, a smirk making its way onto his face. "With what?" John asks, "There's something else I want, as much as that gun. Maybe more, don't worry, I won't ask for Maeve's life as much as I do want it, and I know you'd give it in a heartbeat. I'll have to settle for something else, not as good, but enough for me." Yellow eyes grins, John lets out a breath, he had a feeling he already knew what it would be.

…

Dean is sitting on the bed, Tessa is behind him. She goes to Strickland his hair, a thing she does to all of the people that fight fate. Dean, however, doesn't care as he snatches her hand up, giving her a glare. "Don't." He hisses, "I wasn't making a move, I was trying to calm you. It's time to put the pain behind you." He rolls his eyes at her words as he stands and turns to face her. "And go where?" She gives him a small smile, standing as well, "Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So what's it going to be?" As he turns to look at her, the lights start flickering, a familiar buzzing starts. "What are you doing that for?" Dean asks, his eyes widening in horror, he didn't say yes, he wasn't ready. "I'm not doing it." They both turn to a vent in the floor and see black demon ichor pour out of it, "What the hell?" Dean asks in horror as it comes closer to Tessa, who immediately starts shouting and backing away. "You can't do this! Get away!" Dean backs up as well, trying to get as far away as he could. "What's happening?!" Tessa screams as the demon flows into her mouth. She turns, eyes glowing yellow, smirking towards Dean. "Today's your lucky day, kid." Yellow eyes places a hand on Dean's forehead; he immediately starts to convulse.

Sam is still sitting on the bed as Dean gasps, waking suddenly and choking on the tube in his throat. "Dean?" He turns towards the hallway, "Help! I need help!"

...

At the same time Dean wakes, Maeve gasps awake herself, a wave of determination rushing over her. Her body hurts like hell, the marks made from Will would forever remain, but she needed to get back to Dean. She couldn't feel her head anymore, the wounds finally going numb. She needed to try, no, she had too, he was gone, but he would be back soon enough. So with whatever strength she still had, she manages to snap the ropes, just as a thud sounded from outside causing her to turn. She hissed in pain, but continues to move around the room, trying to feel for anything that she could use as a weapon. With blind eyes, she manages to feel for a knife. Shaking, she holds it up, how could she be this scared; she was a monster for gods sake. She thinks that, but in reality, she's just a little girl who was dealt a shitty hand. A sob escapes her lips, causing her to slap her hand over her mouth.

God, she was terrified.

The pure fact that a man, a simple human man was out there, watching her, fantasizing about her, scared the ever living shit out of her. She jumps when the door slams open, "Maeve?!" There stood Alec, his bow up and his eyes widening at the sight of his sister. "Oh my god, what did they do to you?" He breaths out, placing his bow on his back as she sobs, he moves quickly as her body sags and falls into his arms. "Alec, you're here? Are you real?" She asks as she cries into his chest, "I'm here. I've got you." He moves to set her down on the nearby couch. He couldn't believe the sight before him, that bastard had stable a blindfold to her face. He needed to get her to the hospital, "What are you doing?! Don't leave me!" He bends down in front of her. "I'm not, I'm gonna burn this place to the ground and then I'm going to get you out of here." He says, moving to make his way around the cabin.

"Who did this to you?" He asks as he rips the gas wire from the wall, another sob slips from her lips. "His name is Will, I met him a few years ago." She starts, listening for him to turn on the stove and make his way back over to her. She whimpers as he lifts her up bridal style, "He worked at a local restaurant I used to frequent, I hardly ever interacted with him, but he thought it was something more. He created this life around me, he knows what I am, he's been following us." She whispers out, wincing when Alec's grip tightens on her. "I'll kill him." Alec hisses as he walks them outside, "Alec?" He looks down at his sister who looks up at him, the blindfold still on her eyes. "Make me forget." She whispers to him as the cabin behind them explodes.

...

The Doctor stands at the end of Dean's bed with a confused look, "I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you." He says, Dean laughs dryly and somewhat awkwardly. "Thanks, doc." The Doctor leaves; Dean turns to Sam, "So you said a Reaper was after me?" Dean asks, looking slightly confused by the information. Where was Maeve? "Yeah." Sam breaths out, "How'd I ditch it?" Dean asks, raising a brow towards his brother. "You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?" Sam asks, cocking his head. Dean shrugs, shaking his head. "No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong. Where's Maeve?" Sam opens his mouth to say something, but there is a knock at the door; John hovers in the doorway. "How you feeling, son?"

"Fine, I guess. I'm alive. Whe..?"

"That's what matters."

"Where were you last night?"

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific."

"Come on, Sam." Dean breaths out with a groan, man he just wants to hold his girl. "Did you go after the demon?" Sam asks, turning towards his father with a glare. "No." John says, shaking his head. "You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam asks with a glare, John sighs and looks towards Sam with a pleading look. "Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" Sam stares at his father in slight shock, "Dad, are you all right?" Sam asks, this definitely wasn't like his father. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Sam leaves, still frowning. John looks after him sadly, Dean frowns, just knowing that his father was up to something. "What is it?" Dean asks, "You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say, 'It's okay, Dad.'" John pauses, staring at Dean who was looking back in confusion. "Dean, I'm sorry." John breathes out, "What?" Dean frowns, staring at his father in confusion. "You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you."

"This really you talking?" Dean asks, laughing dryly staring at his father with an awkward look. "Yeah. Yeah, it's really me." John breathes out, "Why are you saying this stuff?" John comes closer, puts a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?" John breaths out, "Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me." Dean laughs gently, and awkwardly as his father smiles sadly at him. "Don't be scared, Dean." John leans over and whispers something into Dean's ear. Dean pulls back in shock, processing. John leaves, and Dean stares after him.

John enters his own room once more and places the colt on a small bed table. "Okay."

Sam walks back to the room carrying a cup of coffee. He looks into a room and sees John on the floor. "Dad?!" Dropping the cup, Sam runs to John's side, kneeling over him and screaming for help.

Once again, a crowd of Doctors and nurses attempt resuscitation, this time on John. Dean and Sam hover in the doorway, and a nurse tries to push them out. "No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean shouts, pleading with the woman. "Come on." There are a group of people around John, "Okay, stop compressions." The switch up positions, "Come on, come on." Dean breaths out, he couldn't lose his dad, not when Maeve wasn't even here to help. He shakes his head, no, she just needed to be here in general. He needed her. "Still no pulse." A nurse calls out, "Okay, that's it everybody. I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 am." A moment of silence passes over everyone as the brothers cry, suddenly shouting brings them out of it.

"Help! Someone help, my sister!" The brother rush out to see Maeve hanging limp in Alec's arms. Her body covered in wounds, blood dripping down her arms as the lay limply on the side, her head hanging as well. Dean and Sam's eyes widen in absolute horror at the sight of the blindfold stabled to her face. "Maeve?" They breathe out together.

"Help me, please!"

.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠, 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖! 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕨𝕠!

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕛𝕠𝕜𝕖, 𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪, 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣.

ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪'𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕!

𝔸 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤...

𝔹𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕒'𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕀, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕄𝕒𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡 𝕠𝕟 ℕ𝕖𝕥𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕩.

𝕊𝕠...

𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕠𝕤𝕙 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝

𝕊𝕠, 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕄𝕒𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕩 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣.

(𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝑰𝒎 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒕)

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕩.

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕.

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕔'𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥. (𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚.)

𝕆𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖, 𝕚 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣. 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠, 𝕄𝕒𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝟛𝟛 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕤, 𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕔 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝟙𝟛, 𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞. 𝕀 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥. ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥.

𝕊𝕠, 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨.

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