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      "So,” Aithley began, wandering through the halls with the eldest Winchester.       “So,” Dean replied, twisting the silver ring on his finger nervously. He could feel a blush rushing to his cheeks. He had so many questions bubbling in his mind.       “Cas, you better have your ears on ‘cause you got some ‘splaining to do,” Dean silently prayed.      “I believe I understood that reference,” the angel replied.      “Cas, what the hell is going on here?”     “All in good time, Dean.”     “No, not all in good time! What the actual fu-”     ̶

       Aithley ran down the stairs, and out the front door, nearly running into a man carrying an expensive looking vase.       "In a hurry?" the man asked with a laugh.       "In a manner," Aithley replied sheepishly. "You haven't seen Lord Abernathey about have you?"       "I think he's still in the gazebo with his visitors."       "Thank you, and sorry."       "Don't worry about it," the man replied with a smile. Aithley continued toward the lake, dodging the various workers carrying things around the grounds. From one of the second story windows she heard a familiar and shrill voice.       "Ms. Aithley! Remember you must begin getti

      “What time is Nauny?” Aithley asked, fixing her hair in the mirror after slipping off her ball gown and putting on her sundress.      “11:17,” Nauny replied. With a jolt, hoping to put on her flats, the girl raced out the door.      “By all the Saints!” She exclaimed as she ran past her governess      “It’s not proper for a young lady to swear!" Nauney called after her as she ran down the hall.      "I don't have time to be a proper bloody lady! I'm late!" Aithley bolted down the hall at break neck pace. She passed one of her favorite windows that faced the lake. She noticed her fathe

      “I don’t know if this such a good idea Sammy.” Dean said, dodging a man carrying a large vase of flowers.      “Well, we’re here. It’s too late to turn back now.” Sam replied, walking toward the front doors of the castle. Through the open doors strode a man that could only be Arthur Abernathy. His picture did him justice, his regal, yet humble air enveloping him in his confident stride. He wore a warm and welcoming smile as he approached the Winchester boys.      “You must be John’s sons.” Arthur said, closing the gap between himself and the boys.      “Yeah. I’

      The Impala sped down the road. Dean guided the machine through the twists and turns of the route, a slight scowl on his face.      “Remind me again why we’re babysitting this kid. Who is this guy anyway?”      “The of Baron Coventry, Lord Arthur Abernathey,” Sam replied from the passenger’s seat. “He and Dad worked a few cases together, and saved Dad’s bacon more times than Dad would’ve cared to admit. Dad gave him an IOU before he died.” Sam thumbed through the contacts in his father’s journal.      “Have you found him in Dad’s journal?”      ̶

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A Love For Winter ~oOo~      I trudged through the snow, my black leather boots creating a comforting sound as I walked. My chocolate brown were glassy with tears.      Why must the always fight? They're supposed to love each other.      I couldn't stand to be in my house when my parents fought. I continued to crunch through the frozen powder to my safe haven, a small lake nestled in the woods outside my house. I lived out in the mountains of Colorado. It was always a beautiful place to be, but it was absolutely breathtaking in the winter, the snow covering everything like a white, sparkling blanket. The lake was completely frozen oven