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"We're falling apart and I hate it!" I yelled, tears welling up in my eyes. "I want to hate you! I want to hate you for selling your soul to save me! I want to hate you for not caring about your own life enough to try and save it! I want to hate you for all of this. But I can't! I won't!" "It would be easier if you did!" Dean yelled back. "So just hate me already! Hate me! Leave me! Whatever you have to do to get through this! Just do it!" "Just...I don't want you to die." My voice faltered. "Please, Dean. Please. I just can't take this anymore." His eyes softened as he stepped forward and wrapped me in his arms. "I'm sorry, angel. I really am." "I can't deal with all of this on my own." "Yes, you can." Dean said. "You are so much stronger than you think. Believe me." ___ Saige Dawson's world was crashing down around her now. Not only was she slowly learning more about the curse she carried within her, but she realized just how bad things could get if she fell into the wrong arms. She also was trying to cope with the fact that she had died. That Sam had died. That because of that, Dean had sold his soul to a demon and was damned to burn in hell for eternity if she couldn't save him within a year. Time was running out and she was scared. She also has to learn how to tap into the power within her. She wasn't sure whether the power was good or bad and that alone made her want to ignore it, but she couldn't. She had to dig deep. To save Dean. To save herself. To find out what she truly is.
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