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We All Have Our Time Machines
“I can… reconstruct a past, but it will be different than remembering it.”
re-construct your
“What do you remember?” ---
“I woke up,” he said slowly, “in the snow-”
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“And you continue letting people stay in your home even after what happened two years ago?” ---
Dean stood up. “I’m not going to talk about that,” he said angrily.
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“It's just,” Jimmy tried to explain, “If there's someone out there, someone looking for me---”
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Castiel smiled at him, almost wistful, and then turned back to Anna, taking her hand once again.
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“I thought I had someone,” he said quietly. “And then it was a lie.”
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