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Maybe you'll fly higher than the treesand there'll be nothin' you can't see.Like colors on the wallyou might be the brightest of them allas you live y..
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I delve in fan fics, but not like destiel or anything
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I'm 18 now and all grown up. Everyone else would be in their 20s right about now. Luckily for me, I was an early graduate. I wasn't joking about those..
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My head shot up immediately, like the wind had been knocked out of me for some reason. It wasn'tnormal, although I didn't have the correct definition ..
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***Dean P.O.V.***I sat in the car for a moment wondering why she acted so much like my brother, on a good day at that. I looked at the house next to h..
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(Deans P.O.V)We pulled up to an average sized white chruch. It looked like it had been around since the civil war, with a few coats of paint slopped o..
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(Deans P.O.V)I began to walk out behind my brother, when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder then pull me violently to the side. I looked behind me,..
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This chapter's in 3rd person P.O.V. You're going to see Dean lose some of his sanity, and come to some realizations about his past that he hasn't real..
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This is back in the the normal p.o.v/Samanthas p.o.v
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"How are you holding up?" I asked as I jumped up on the end of the ambulances bumper."I'm notdead, I think." Ryan said while scratching his head as he..
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