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"You came back." I whispered, gripping him tight. "You're here." "I'm here." He whispered back, lips brushing my shoulders as his arms wound around me. "I'm here. I'll never leave you again." I was so happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to hold him here with me forever because a part of me was terrified he was going to disappear. A part of me was terrified this was a dream, that I would wake up and he'd be gone again. But he was here. He was holding me again. ___ Four months after Dean died, Saige was still a wreck. She was trying to cope, to take care of a child, to learn more about the Sorceress that was prying into her life more and more. Then Dean comes back. He comes back from the dead. Saige couldn't be happier. Everything was better...But for how long? Dean is clearly hiding something from her, though she can't figure it out. And on top of it all, she's learning more about the mysterious figures she's seen since childhood.
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