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Kidnapped by Zachariah, Analina fights to stay hopeful as Dean and Sam race to find her, leading to a desperate rescue and new dangers ahead.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  For peril, kidnapping, angelic violence, emotional distress, and mild language

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE:  
Zach and Cas

MUCH TO MY SURPRISE, Dean found his way into my family. Being with them was great, and yet by the time we got a call from Bobby to head back, I was ready to leave. I realized I’d come to enjoy the “quiet” life with just Dean and Sam—quiet as in fewer people, not necessarily quiet in general. That life was far from it.

After spending about a week with my family, the honeymoon was over, and we were back on the job. Bobby had started tracking potential Death cases, so we headed back to South Dakota.

Along the way, we stopped at a convenience store to grab some snacks. I got a soda and decided to step outside to the picnic table area to wait for them. I’d noticed they were out of pie and didn’t want to be there when Dean found out.

Telling Sam where I was, I stepped outside and to the left to sit down. The store wasn’t busy. As the door shut, I heard Dean shout, “What do you mean there is no pie?”

I chuckled to myself and sat down at the table. I looked out at the street. One truck drove by. I sipped my soda.

Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my neck. I thought a bee had stung me—but then everything started to go in and out of focus. I felt like I was tilting… and then nothing.

I WASN’T SURE HOW LONG I WAS OUT, but I was stiff when I woke up. I was groggy, and I couldn’t lift my head at first. It felt so heavy. My mouth was dry. It took a while to think coherently.

I was on a chaise lounge in what looked like a fancy, decorated room. I took inventory—pictures, vases, some chairs, a long table, and, surprisingly, a gold toilet in the corner.

Nobody else was present.

When I was able to lift my head and look around, I noticed there were no windows. No doors.

How was that even possible? Was I still dreaming?

How did I get in here?

I sat up slowly. This was too weird.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone, which was thankfully still there. I was in the middle of dialing when I noticed there was no signal—and the battery was almost dead.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by that,” I mumbled to myself.

After a few minutes, I stood and looked around. How long had I been out?

Oh God—Dean would be panicking.

I reached out, but didn’t feel him at all.

This was really bad.

“So you’re awake,” a voice said from behind me.

I turned around and came face to face with Zachariah.

I blanched.

“You are a very difficult lady to get a hold of,” he commented.

“Where am I?” I asked.

“Somewhere… out of the way,” he said, circling me. “I guess our last chat all those months ago didn’t really sink in. The apocalypse will happen.”

I turned as he paced around me.

He paused. “Oh yes, I forgot—congratulations are in order. From what I understand, you were recently married to Dean Winchester.”

I remained silent.

“Interesting choice, really.” He looked me over. “I never really pictured him as the settling-down type. Although I do believe he craved the normal life. Wife. Kids. White picket fence.”

He glanced at me again.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

I sighed. “Speaking of Dean, he’s going to be really pissed at you. What are you trying to do?”

“Oh, I know he’ll be pissed. In fact, I fully count on it. Right now, he has no idea where you are—or if you’re alright.” He stopped to enjoy my reaction. “Can you imagine the panic? He might be blaming demons. Us. Whatever. Doesn’t really matter. The demons we sent before didn’t pan out, so I attempted a different route.”

My heart twisted. He sent those demons while I was with my family?

I shook my head. I had to focus.

“How did you—”

“Retrieve you without you knowing?” he finished. He leaned against the table. “Technically, I didn’t take you. I had some… shall we say friends pick you up. They were human, of course. You can’t tell when a human will attack you, can you?”

Human?

“Ah, Analina, you’re missing the point. It doesn’t matter how they brought you here. The point is that Dean will hit a roadblock trying to track you. He’ll be desperate. And in that desperation, he’ll make a deal with me. Well—Michael, technically.” He waved that part off.

“He’s not going to be a vessel.”

Zachariah’s voice hardened. “Oh yes, he will. Do you really think he wants you trapped here forever? I’ll let you go once he says yes. It’s that simple.”

“But—”

“There’s really no other option. You can’t leave, and he can’t get in—even if he knew where you were.” He shrugged. “Bashing the walls won’t work either. Trust me, we’ve had that happen before. It doesn’t work. Oh, and no signal for your phone, so you can’t make a call. I’m guessing you figured that part out already?”

Okay, so humans can’t pass through here—but angels?

He must have read my face. “Sorry. Cas is a little ocupado at the moment. I doubt he’ll be around for quite some time.”

“Why?” I felt cold. “He’s an angel. He—”

“He’s a disobedient angel. He’s caused enough problems for us. It’s time he was taken care of… permanently.”

After his spiel, his face brightened. “Anyway, I must go. End of the world. Lots to do and all. I’ll let Dean simmer for a while. Maybe a month or two.”

He looked over at the table and waved his hand. Food and drinks appeared.

“That should tide you over for a while.”

With a flutter of wings, he was gone.

And I was left standing alone in the room.

“A month or two?” I repeated in disbelief.

What was I going to do?

I tried to reach out to Cas—not with much hope that he’d be able to answer. Nothing. I didn’t feel him near at all. If he was being hunted down, then he really shouldn’t be anywhere close to them. I was sure this room was being watched, at least from the outside.

Okay, I had to think. There had to be a way out of here without Dean sacrificing himself as a vessel. At least I had some time. A month or two? Really?

I sat down in the chair and thought. I needed an angel who could get in and out. Someone not being hunted down…

There was Gabriel, but he was also in hiding from the other angels. Heck, he had another identity because of these guys. Even if he could help, I had no way of knowing if I’d contacted him—unless he showed up.

I rubbed my head. I had to find some way to reach someone. Somehow.

Tears built up in frustration. I thought of Dean, and one slipped out. If I could just find some way for him to know I was okay. Unharmed. Alive. Even that much would help. I was sure he was becoming more irrational by the second. Sam could only help so much before he couldn’t control him anymore.

Were they tracking demons instead? Most of our attacks had been demonic. Did they know which human—or humans—helped in my kidnapping?

I lay back down and cried. I couldn’t do anything. All I could do was wait.

With no sunlight, no windows, not even a clock—and my cell phone dead—I had no idea how much time had passed.

I dozed on and off. I didn’t really eat. I wasn’t hungry.

Zachariah didn’t return.

It could’ve been a few hours. It could’ve been a few days. I had no idea, and that was one of the worst things.

All I could think about was Dean, frantically trying to find me. We should’ve been going after Death by now. We could’ve stopped the apocalypse—which was probably exactly what Zachariah was happy about.

I fell asleep again. I dreamed of Dean coming after me. He was calling my name, but we couldn’t find each other.

I felt someone shaking me.

“Analina?” someone called. My mind was still in the dream. I didn’t want to wake up. Dean was so close—I could feel him.

“Analina, are you alright?”

Wait. That voice. It sounded like…

“Dean?” I mumbled, turning slightly. Weird—it almost sounded real.

“Analina, wake up,” he said more urgently.

I opened my eyes. They connected with his green ones.

I blinked in surprise. “Dean?”

“Are you okay?” he asked, touching my face.

He was here!

I threw myself at him. “Oh my God, you’re here.”

He held me tightly for a few moments.

“How did you get here?” I asked, tears in my eyes again—but this time, they were happy.

“I’m sorry to break up this tender moment, but we need to go.”

Dean pulled back. I looked over his shoulder and saw Gabriel.

“Right,” Dean said, pulling me to my feet.

Gabriel came over, and we were transported to an old warehouse.

“All right, I held up my end of the deal,” Gabriel said, backing away. “I’m outta here.”

“Gabriel?” I called.

He paused.

“Thank you,” I said, with all sincerity.

He nodded, then said to Dean, “Just don’t call me again.”

Dean didn’t answer. He still held me close.

Gabriel disappeared.

“How did—” I started.

“Later. We’re not quite out of the woods yet,” Dean said, looking around. “Zachariah should be here any second.”

Did he know about Zachariah? I was so confused, but I didn’t have time to think.

Zachariah suddenly appeared.

“Dean, please. Did you really think it would be that easy?” Zachariah said.

“Did you?” Dean countered.

Sam suddenly appeared behind Zachariah with an angel blade, but Zachariah sensed him before he could strike. The blade was knocked from his hand, and Sam was thrown against the wall.

“Sam!” Dean yelled, still holding onto my hand.

“You know what I’ve learned from this experience, Dean? Patience.” Zachariah waved his hand toward Sam, causing him to spit up blood.

I quickly drew our energies over to protect him. Sam stopped, but remained heaving. Zachariah was still getting through—but not as badly.

“You know there’s no other choice. There’s never been a choice,” he continued, staring at Dean. Then he glanced at me. “We’ll get her again. Next time, we’ll make sure she won’t be able to escape. Minimize the distractions and all.”

Dean tensed even more than he already was. “Stop it. Stop it right now!”

“In exchange for what? Is her life really worth it? What about him?” He nodded toward Sam, still panting on the floor. Still in pain.

I tried to send a little more protection over there.

Zachariah noticed. “You can’t run from us forever, and she can’t hold the protection continuously, Dean.”

“Damn it, Zachariah. Stop it, please. I’ll do it,” Dean said.

“Dean—” I started.

He only glanced at me for a second.

Zachariah cut me off. “I’m sorry. What was that?”

“Okay, yes. The answer is yes.”

“Dean!” Sam called out.

He couldn’t be serious, could he? Was this part of the plan?

“Do you hear me? Call Michael down, you bastard!” Dean took a step in front of me and pushed me back behind him when I tried to move forward.

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“Do I look like I’m lying?”

I couldn’t see Dean’s face, but Zachariah apparently believed him. He started speaking in Enochian.

“Of course, I have a few conditions,” Dean interrupted the incantation.

I remained behind him, silently praying this was part of his plan.

“What?”

“The few people whose safety you have to guarantee before I say yes,” Dean continued.

“Sure, fine. Make a list.”

“But most of all… Michael can’t have me until he disintegrates you.”

“What did you say?” Zachariah asked in disbelief.

Dean stepped forward. “I said… before Michael gets one piece of this sweet ass, he has to turn you into a piece of charcoal.”

“You really think Michael’s going to go for that?” Zachariah sneered. “You listen to me. You are nothing but a maggot inside a worm’s ass. Do you know who I am… after I deliver you to Michael?”

“Expendable,” Dean replied calmly, taking another step closer.

“Michael’s not going to kill me.”

“Maybe not. But I am.”

Dean pulled out an angel blade and stabbed Zachariah in the head, driving it through his chin.

Zachariah fell—burnt wings stained onto the floor.

Dean looked over to Sam, who was starting to stand—obviously alright now. Then he looked back at me.

“I really hoped you planned that,” I said, my voice shaking a little.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. “You are never leaving my sight again.”

I melted into his embrace. Then I said, “That might get annoying eventually.”

His laugh was muffled as he gave me one last squeeze and a quick kiss. He looked over to Sam. “Let’s get out of here.”

We headed to the car, which was parked outside the warehouse. I had so many questions.

“I was at a warehouse?” I asked, looking at the building.

“Apparently,” Dean said, opening the car door.

I glanced at him, then slid into the seat. I couldn’t wait to get away from this place.

“So what happened?” I asked as they settled in. “How did you find me?”

Dean laughed once—without humor. “That’s the question.”

He turned on the car and started to pull away. Sam began explaining as Dean navigated back to the main road.

“When we noticed you were gone, we went back inside to check the security tape. It didn’t exactly show you, but it pointed in your general direction. We saw something being shot toward you. Since Dean didn’t feel anything… supernatural, and the fact that something hit you, we figured it was human at first.”

“Which, according to Zachariah, it was,” I said.

“Yeah, we got that part. We eventually found the kids who did it,” Dean continued.

“Kids?”

“Teenagers,” Sam clarified.

“And got them to tell us what they knew,” Dean added.

“How traumatized are they?” I asked hesitantly.

Dean paused and shrugged. “They’ll be fine… eventually.”

I held in a sigh. “So then?”

“So then we figured it had to be either a demon or an angel who took you. The kids didn’t even realize the douchebags they were talking to weren’t human. They did it for the money. A trade.”

Dean looked disgusted.

“So we started looking into it. At first, we thought maybe it was a demon,” Sam continued. “We summoned Crowley.”

“Crowley?”

“Yeah, it was Dean’s idea,” Sam said. “He didn’t know much about it. He was actually more interested in whether we had a plan to kill Lucifer.”

“Another one we should take care of,” Dean muttered. Sam looked over at him. “He’s a demon—despite the fact that he gave us the Colt.”

Sam shrugged, not wanting to go into that conversation again. “Anyway, we were getting nowhere, and Cas wasn’t answering.”

“Cas?” I just remembered. “Have you heard from him yet?”

“No. Why? Do you know something?” Sam asked.

“Zachariah said he had angels going after him. To… take care of him permanently.”

They both sighed.

“Great,” Dean said. “Another rescue to plan—on top of the apocalypse.”

Glancing back in the mirror, Dean clarified, “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay. I get it,” I said. “But how did you find out it was Zachariah? And where I was?”

Dean shifted. “That’s the weird part.” He paused. Sam looked at him. “James told me.” He looked back at me.

“James?”

“Yeah. He said Zachariah had you and gave the location. Said he couldn’t get you out himself and that we’d need an angel to reach you.”

“How did… Wait, who’s James?” I asked.

“He claimed to be your angel,” Dean said.

James… as in my guardian angel?

I was stunned. “But… but… he just showed up? I never—”

“Well, no. He sort of talked to me. In my head,” Dean said uncomfortably.

“What?”

“It was like he was in my head,” Dean repeated, clearly upset that I had no idea what had happened.

“My ‘guardian angel’ spoke to you… in your head,” I echoed. “How?”

I thought about it. He never really spoke-spoke to me—it was more feelings than anything else. Then, I felt something. A familiar sensation, like when he used to communicate with me.

“Oh,” I said, starting to understand.

“What?” they both asked, turning to look at me. Dean had to turn back to the road, but Sam kept staring.

“I think it’s because we technically share a soul. So he was able to talk to you—because you have a part of my soul in you,” I explained. It sounded crazy, but it was the most reasonable explanation.

Silence filled the front seat.

“Although he normally doesn’t ‘talk’ to me. I usually just get a feeling about what he’s trying to say,” I added.

“Well, it was damn freaky,” Dean managed. “They thought I’d completely lost it. I was doused with holy water while trying to figure out what the hell was going on.”

I tried to hold back a smile.

“Dean, you were saying you heard voices,” Sam argued.

“Voice, Sam. One voice,” Dean insisted, holding up his index finger.

“Okay, okay. But that was a good thing. So you got Gabriel because you couldn’t reach Cas?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Sam said.

I sat back in the seat, amazed. One good thing came out of this: we didn’t have to worry about Zachariah anymore.

ZACHARIAH’S KIDNAPPING HAD SHAKEN ME more than I cared to admit. Between my gift and staying with Dean (and Sam), I’d felt safe. Untouchable, even. The kidnapping cracked that security.

I knew I’d eventually be fine. It was a lesson I needed to learn.

The next few nights, I had nightmares about it. I wasn’t normally someone who had nightmares. My usual ones involved being late for work or having to go back to school—which I considered stupid nightmares.

The second night after I was freed, I jerked awake from one. I didn’t think I’d moved that much, but Dean pulled me closer. I thought it was a reflex—until he said, “He’s gone, Analina. He won’t ever come near you again.”

“How did you know?”

“It’s not that hard to guess,” he said quietly, kissing the top of my head.

My heart rate slowed back to normal.

He never mentioned it again, but I knew it still bothered him—because it bothered me. If Dean hadn’t killed Zachariah when he did, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t have stopped hunting him until he was dead.

WE WERE WORRIED ABOUT CAS. We had no news from him and began to fear the worst. Had Zachariah or his angelic minions caught up to him?

We relied on Cas for a lot—but I also just missed him. Although he never tried to be funny, he always made me smile with his views on social norms and pop culture references.

We had no idea how to start looking for him. From the warehouse, we headed to Bobby’s and hoped Cas would catch up to us like he did in Missouri. If not, we might not have time to go looking for him—especially if Death was showing himself.

When we got to Bobby’s, he was still trying to track the omens. I remembered Pestilence—how awful it was just being near him. How were we supposed to get near Death and survive?

Another question: how would we use the rings once we had them? And how would we trick Lucifer into jumping into the cage?

We weren’t at Bobby’s long before we got a suggestion on that last question.

Sam had been trying to figure out how to get Lucifer back in the cage. Evidently, he’d confided in Bobby that if he said “yes” to Lucifer, he might be able to compel him to jump back in once we had the rings working.

Obviously, Lucifer wouldn’t be keen on going back himself. This was a way to force it.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dean asked angrily when he heard about it.

“Dean—” Sam started.

“No, don’t ‘Dean’ me. I mean, you—you’ve had some stupid ideas in the past, but this…” He was so upset he couldn’t even finish. He turned to Bobby. “D-did you know about this?”

“What?”

“About Sam’s genius plan to cram the devil down his throat.”

Bobby nodded. That did it.

“Well, thanks for the heads-up!”

“Hey, this ain’t about me,” Bobby said defensively.

“You can’t do this,” Dean turned back to Sam, who remained silent through the outburst.

“That’s the consensus,” Sam confirmed.

“All right. Awesome. Then end of discussion.”

Dean’s phone rang.

“This isn’t over,” he muttered, answering. “Hello?”

Pause.

“Cas?”

“Is he okay?” Sam asked.

“We all thought you were dead. Where the hell are you, man? Are you okay?”

We only heard Dean’s side of the conversation.

“You want to elaborate?” Pause. “S-so… a hospital?”

Hospital? Cas?

“Uh, well, I gotta tell you, man—you’re just in time. It’s a long story, but look. We’re going after Death, so if you want to zap over here…”

“What do you mean?” Dean asked, looking puzzled. “What do you mean you’re out of angel mojo?”

Another pause. “Human. Wow. Sorry.”

Sam and I stared at each other.

That couldn’t be right. He couldn’t be human. He was an angel.

“All right. Well, look, no worries. Uh, we’ll get Bobby to wire you the cash.”

“I will?” Bobby asked, surprised.

Dean rubbed his face. Cas must’ve said something. “I-it’s okay… Thank you. I appreciate that.”

He hung up and sighed. “Cas woke up in a hospital somewhere near Delacroix. He’s… human.”

“He can’t be human,” I said. That didn’t make sense. Angels didn’t just stop being angels.

“Well, that’s what he said,” Dean replied, pocketing his phone. “Which means we’re facing Death alone.”

“No, I meant—angels can’t just turn into humans. Not completely,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“And how do you know this?” Dean added.

“Well, I don’t really know it, but an angel isn’t human. Period. And Cas was just in a vessel. He doesn’t actually have a body to become human in. If he was human, then it would just be the vessel—Jimmy, right? Or whatever his name was. Not Cas. But you guys said Jimmy died, so if Cas were really human—completely and truly human—he wouldn’t be talking to you. Cas would cease to exist. It would just be a dead body.”

They stopped and stared at each other for a second.

“So what do we do?” Sam asked Dean.

“The hell should I know? He’s in Delacroix,” Dean said, scratching his head.

“Well, obviously he was injured,” I reasoned. “He’ll need time to heal before he can do anything.”

“Yeah, but we’ve got a finger on Death. We can’t pass that up,” Dean said.

“So we go and take care of Death,” Sam replied.

“You know how suicidal that sounds,” I remarked.

Dean smiled. “Suicidal is our middle name.”

“I could go and help Cas—”

“No.” Dean turned to me. “You’re not going off alone.”

“Okay,” I conceded. Honestly, the kidnapping with Zachariah had jarred me. I wasn’t keen to leave Dean’s side yet, either. “And we’re sure Death is heading for Chicago?”

“Well, it’s about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million people are going to die,” Bobby said. “And if we can stop him before he kick-starts this storm, get his ring back…”

“Yeah, you make it sound so easy,” Dean commented.

“Hell, I’m just trying to put a spin on it.”

“So what if Bobby goes and gets Cas? Brings him up to Chicago?” I suggested. “He could fly down and probably be back close to the time it’d take us to drive there. Then we’ll have Cas as backup if needed.”

“And if he’s better by then,” Sam added.

“It’s a thought,” Bobby muttered, turning to the computer. He looked up airline times and found one that left in a few hours.

“I could take that one.”

I hoped rest was all Cas needed. How long did it take for an angel to heal? Could he fully recover?

He wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t completely human—I knew that much. But how much of his angel power could he get back? Maybe bringing him to Chicago would be worse for him. If we didn’t stop Death, we were all in trouble in that city, and Cas would be powerless to help.

“Hey, Bobby,” Sam started, “H-how did you put all this together anyway? About Death and Chicago?”

I felt it—a coldness. A demon.

I looked to Dean, who felt it too.

“I had, you know… help,” Bobby said uncomfortably. Sam and Bobby didn’t notice anything. Dean pulled out the knife, about to speak—

When he was interrupted.

“Don’t be so modest. I barely helped at all,” Crowley said, appearing in the kitchen. “Hello, boys… and girl. Pleasure, et cetera. Go ahead. Tell them. There’s no shame in it.”

“Bobby? Tell us what?” Sam asked.

“World’s going to end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little… soul.”

“You sold your soul?” Dean asked.

“Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back,” Crowley clarified.

“Well, then give it back!” Dean retorted.

“I will,” Crowley said, nonplussed.

“Now!” Dean shouted.

“Did you kiss him?” Sam asked. To seal a deal with a crossroads demon, you had to kiss.

“Sam,” Dean said, not wanting to know.

“Just wondering,” Sam shrugged.

“No!” Bobby said, disgusted.

Crowley pulled out his phone and searched a bit. He held it out, showing a picture of him and Bobby kissing.

“Why did you take a picture?” Bobby asked.

Crowley replied, “Why did you have to use tongue?”

I felt slightly nauseous.

“All right, you know what? I’m sick of this. Give him his soul back now,” Dean demanded.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Dean asked.

“I won’t, all right?” Crowley growled. “It’s insurance.”

Dean narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“You kill demons. Gigantor over there has a temper issue about it. The missus can expel me like that.” He snapped his fingers. “But you won’t kill me as long as I have that soul in the deposit box.”

“You son of a bitch,” Bobby muttered.

Crowley held up a finger. “I’ll return it. After all this is over and I can walk safely away. Do we all understand each other?”

That ended in a stalemate.

I couldn’t believe Bobby sold his soul for this information. His soul! Well—technically lent it? Somehow, I didn’t see Crowley ever giving it back. And we weren’t there to hear the fine print.

This was becoming more complicated than I’d expected. I shouldn’t be surprised—but still.

SAM AND DEAN STARTED RUNNING THINGS OUT TO THE CAR. Crowley stuck around. Apparently, he wanted to help with this mission.

Truthfully, I didn’t trust him. Why would he be so set on stopping Lucifer—his supposed leader? Something wasn’t right.

We came outside where Sam and Dean were mid-conversation.

Sam was saying, “Look, Dean… For the record, I agree with you—about me. You think I’m too weak to take on Lucifer. Well, so do I. Believe me. I know exactly how screwed up I am. You, Analina, Bobby, Cas… I’m the least of any of you.”

“Oh, Sam—”

“No, it’s true,” Sam continued. “It is. But I’m also all we’ve got. If there was another way… But I don’t think there is. There’s just me. So I don’t know what else to do. Except just try t-to do what’s got to be done.”

“And… scene,” Crowley said, stepping past me. “So are we going to get your angel or what?”

So the plan changed slightly.

Bobby and Crowley were picking up Cas, and we were driving to Chicago, where we’d meet up.

It was a tense car ride. No one was happy about working with Crowley—or Bobby using his soul to obtain Death’s location. But there was nothing we could do about it now. We had to move forward and work with what we had.

We procured a motel room and waited to hear back about Cas. Hopefully, they were able to get him out of the hospital without much trouble.

I felt Crowley before I felt Cas.

In fact, I could hardly feel Cas at all. He was that weak.

“Cas, how are you doing?” I asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m thirsty, and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch it,” Cas said. I handed him a bottle of water.

“Thanks.”

I tried to remain positive. “But I can still feel your angel energy. It’s very weak—but it’s still there.”

He grimaced. “So what’s the plan?”

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