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Tell me about a story I haven't written and I'll give you 1-3 sentences of or about it.
PS I hate coding.
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Tell me about a story I haven't written and I'll give you 1-3 sentences of or about it.
PS I hate coding.
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Dean wondered how much might have gone differently if the winged dicks ever sent Castiel back down. He could pretty much guess what the angel had wanted to tell him now, after the angels dicked him and Sam around until the world went up shit-creek with an Apocalypse-shaped paddle - it ate at him, knowing Cas was somewhere upstairs with those assholes. But mostly, Dean just missed the sorry son of a bitch.