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"look at that, cas. all the flowers are blooming. they're beautiful," dean turned to see cas in the far corner of the greenhouse, staring at a sunflower that wasn't quite as big as the others.

"she'd like to see this." cas whispered, barely letting the words escape his lips. "yeah," dean agreed, thinking.

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