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Jealous

Author: zepppie

Prompt: going to a haunted house

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Halloween Drabbles Masterlist

I don’t think I’ll be bringing Cas to another haunted house anytime soon, you text Sam. Shifting your weight from foot to foot, you wait for Cas to come out of the exit. You’d lost your watch while you were making your way through it, so Cas willingly went back in to find it.

Oh no what did he do, Sam replies.

Nearly beat up a zombie who groped me, you tell him.

Remember when he almost kicked Dean’s ass for dropping a line on you?

You smile as you think back to that day. It was the first time you were meeting Sam and Dean. You were making your way back from the restroom when you bumped into Dean at the bar. He started to flirt with you, until Cas let him know that you were already taken.

You happen to glance up just as Cas appears at the exit, face looking grim. He couldn’t find your watch. You really liked that watch. It had been a gift from your best friend.

“I got your watch,” he says, “but we need to go.”

Before you can ask him what the hurry is, he grabs your hand and starts running towards the exit. Behind you, you can hear a voice calling for security, that a man in a trench coat had threatened to kill him.

“Cas, what did you do?” you ask as you weave your way through costumed teenagers and food stands.

“He touched you inappropriately,” he growls. “I had to make sure he knew not to do it again.”

When you make it to a less crowded area, he pulls you close and transports the two of you back to your motel room. He doesn’t let go of you though. He has your body pressed right against his so that you can practically feel every curve of his muscles.

“No one can touch you like that,” he says possessively. “Only me.” *****

A few hours later, Sam sees that you’ve sent him another text message. He opens it up and reads: I take back what I said. We’re gonna hit every haunted house in the country.

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Hope Your Apple Pie is Freakin’ Worth It

Author: zepppie

Prompt: going apple picking

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Halloween Drabbles Masterlist

You’re being completely irrational. You realize that now. But Dean picked a bad day to tease you about your apple pie. That recipe spans generations. You’re pretty sure it saved an ancestor’s life back in the day. It’s one of those precious family heirlooms, you know?

So when Dean jokes that it won’t even sell at gas stations, you grab your bag and drive off into the night. He’s obviously poking fun at you in that way he always does. And it’s not like he was being a total jerk. You did forget where you hid the recipe and couldn’t be bothered searching for it in your room, so you made it by memory (except you missed some key ingredients) then left it in the oven just a tad too long so it came out with its crusts burnt.

This pie should have been your pick-me-up. A little reminder of home. But it just reminded you of how much of a failure you’ve been feeling lately.

Dean’s car is right behind yours. Your phone is ringing loudly in your jacket pocket, no doubt Dean calling. He honks once, and you respond by raising your middle finger at him.

He stops calling after that and resorts to following you wherever you planned to go. When the GPS on your phone announces that you’ve reached your destination, you’d been driving for three hours. That “I’m being irrational” thought? That had come and gone long before then, but you’d gone too far to turn around.

Dean’s asking you to head back, but you ignore him and the No Trespassing sign and scale the fence. You’re a couple steps in when you hear a thud and Dean’s footfalls behind you.

The orchard is huge, but you simply make your way to the closest tree and start from there. Even in the dark, you can already tell these apples are perfect. Let’s see Dean try and make fun of your pie this time.

“So you drove three-and-a-half hours to prove a point?” Dean asks, picking a tree from a higher branch and slipping it in your bag.

“My pies are awesome, okay? I was just having a bad day, so it didn’t turn out good.”

“They are awesome,” he agrees. “I ate the one you made on the drive here.”

“You–you what? You ate it?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Burnt crust and all.”

“Why?”

“It gives me a good reason to do this.”

He moves towards you, his body pressing against yours until you feel the rough bark on your back. You’re pinned between him and the tree. Nowhere to go.

Then he leans down and kisses you, and the only thought in your mind is he did eat my pie. You can taste it on his lips and on his tongue, a hint of bitterness mixed with the sweet.

He smiles at you afterward. “Thank you for the pie. It was delicious.”

“No it wasn’t,” you laugh. “You’ve suffered enough, Winchester. All is forgiven.”

He nuzzles close, his solid arms wrapping even tighter around you. “It was freaking worth it.”

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It’s The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Author: zepppie

Prompt: going to a pumpkin patch

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warning: fluff

Halloween Drabbles Masterlist

The road to the field is rough and bumpy, but Sam maneuvers the path with ease. One hand steers the wheel to avoid the holes and large rocks, while the other is curled around your shoulders, pulling you close to him.

You’re happy to be tucked into his side, to catch his cologne mixing in with the fall breeze coming in through the rolled down window. The sun is still climbing the horizon, painting the world with the muted colors of the early morning light. It’s a Kodak moment, one you wish would never end.

There are families already scattered in the field looking at pumpkins when you arrive. Sam parks the car and climbs out. His chest rises as he takes one deep inhale. He’s always loved being around nature.

“Come on,” he urges, leaning down to look at you. His hazel eyes are bright and excited. “Let’s go before all the good ones get picked.”

He takes your hand and gently pulls you out from the driver’s side. Coming here had been your idea–truthfully you just wanted to get out of the bunker and spend some time with him–but he had such a childlike enthusiasm about him when you mentioned it that you had to follow through.

Your hands are intertwined, but you can feel him pulling ahead. “Go on,” you laugh, and he winks at you before jogging to the middle of the field, eyes methodically scanning the rows of pumpkins. He’s picking up one in each hand, comparing their weights and sizes, putting them back down when he finds them unsatisfactory.

“A little squashed,” he mumbles as he inspects one. “This one’s not solid enough,” he says about another.

“Sam, those were all good,” you say as you follow him down another row.

“Not good enough. It’s our first Halloween together. I want us to have the best pumpkins. It’ll really bring the holiday alive.”

He’s leaning down to check another but you pull him up to standing height and stare into his eyes. “Baby, a squash that grows out of the ground doesn’t make the holidays.”

“No, I know that. It’s just that with everything going on, it’s nice to feel like things are normal again. Like my biggest problem in the world is picking a pumpkin, and not figuring out how to bring Dean back.”

And there it is. The real reason Sam’s pouring everything into this little quest of yours.

You look around, searching for the biggest pumpkin you can find. One catches your eye, but a man is already heading towards it.

Before he could reach it, you run forward and steal it right from under his nose. “Finders keepers!” you giggle when he gives you an annoyed look. “Here,” you smile at Sam, just a little breathless. The pumpkin is huge and heavy and–

“Perfect,” Sam laughs. “Yeah, this one’s perfect.”

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Sugar Rush

Author: zepppie

Prompt: sick from eating too much candy

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, crack-ish?

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Footsteps skitter across the kitchen floor, back and forth, back and forth. It’s easy to ignore at first, until you find yourself still stuck on the same page of your book and not comprehending anything you’re reading.

After marking your page, you glance over the couch, all smiles at the sight of Crowley coming in and out of view.

“What in the world are you doing?” you ask him, trying to sound stern.

He pauses midway, a large box of chocolate bars in his arms. Red plastic horns are sticking out of his head. A handsome devil if you say so yourself. “Trick-or-treaters will be here in a few hours,” he tells you. “I’m trying to make this barn you call a home look presentable for the holidays.”

It’s no surprise that Crowley loves Halloween. The scares, the tricks, the general malevolence in the air–it’s his kind of party.

“I am going to pretend you did not just call my place a barn, mainly because you have got a lot of treats there. We don’t have that many kids in my neighborhood.”

“Oh, darling, not all of these are for the kids.” He winks at you and continues into the bedroom with the chocolates. Intrigued, you drop your book on the couch and follow him.

For the next couple of hours, all that could be heard are your giggles,  his deliciously raspy and accented voice saying dirty things, and your moans interlacing together.

“My sheets are a mess,” you pout afterwards, muscles aching with pleasure but your body completely languid.

“Missed a spot.” Crowley swipes a smudge of chocolate from your hips and licks it clean off his finger. He smirks, “Don’t you taste sweet.”

As you roll out of bed to hop in the shower, you tell him to drink water. He’d eaten so much sweets throughout the day, including all the chocolate he ate off your body. 

“I’m Crowley. I don’t get sick.”

After another quick romp in the shower, the two of you are finally dressed and ready to greet the neighborhood kids. You have on a Catwoman costume. He has on a new suit, the horns and a matching tail (you had to sweet-talk him into that one).

The first batch of kids shows up right when it gets dark. A small group of three kids–a cowboy, a witch, and a ghost–stand at your door with their pumpkin baskets outstretched.

“How much effort did you even put into that?” Crowley gestures at the white sheet casually thrown over the small kid. “You look like a cartoon villain. You’d fit right in with Shaggy and Scooby Doo.”

“Stop it,” you scold him, lightly slapping his arm.

“I just think that… that…” He holds up a finger, his face slowly transforming into a grimace. He’s starting to look a little green. “Bloody hell,” he mumbles before scampering to the bathroom.

“King of Hell doesn’t get sick, huh?” you shout after him.

The words he shouts back are unclear, but there’s no mistaking the annoyed tone in his voice.

“Is the mean devil man going to be okay?” the ghost kid asks.

“He’ll be fine,” you assure him, dropping two extra candy bars into his basket. “I think your costume just scared the chocolate out of him.”

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🎃 Halloween Drabbles 🎃

Great news! I have no sense of priorities or self-control! So I’ve decided to write daily drabbles all month long leading up to Halloween. All prompts are taken from this post. The first one is coming out today and will feature Crowley. No better way to start it, methinks.

P.S. I haven’t exactly picked which characters will go with which prompt, so feel free to send in suggestions. Characters can be repeated.

sick from eating too much candy (Crowley)

going to a pumpkin patch

going apple-picking

lost in a corn maze (Dean)

can’t decide on a costume idea so asks the other for help (Charlie)

decorating for Halloween

one shows up in a costume, the other doesn’t recognize them (Chuck)

talking the other into going trick-or-treating (Bobby)

going to a haunted house 

carving jack-o-lanterns together

doing the other’s costume makeup (Wayward Daughters)

trying to scare the other (Ghostfacers)

scary movie marathon 

walk through an old graveyard to go home (Gadreel)

lost in a spooky forest (Cas)

at a Halloween party 

costumes have become real, need to return to normal

head stuck in a pumpkin and needs help 

decides to trick instead of treat (Lucifer)

trapped in a haunted house, need to defeat the ghost

let’s go monster hunting (Kevin)

making Halloween treats together (Gabriel)

caught up in the Skeleton War 

wearing matching costumes even though it wasn’t planned (Sam)

scare each other by telling stories (special)

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Prompt: “Will you let me in?” “I see that you’re trying to be romantic and listen, I would. But the door’s jammed.”

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Word Count: 700+

The boombox is heavy. It’s also a little broken. Static plays out of the right speaker instead of music, and it’s missing two of its buttons. Dean helped Cas pick it out at a local Goodwill for half off. Called it a winner as soon as he saw it. Now Cas is standing outside your motel room holding it above his head.

A guy three rooms down throws a phone book to try and get him to leave, but Cas persists, hoping the music of Peter Gabriel will coax you out like Dean had assured him it would.

“Trust me, this is straight out of the rom com playbook,” he had said. “This will work perfectly.”

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sick me + jared in my city literally 10 minutes from my house i am so stressed = fluffy dean drabble (~700 words)

Prompt: “Do you really think I’d get shot for you if I didn’t like you?”

Dean is alarmed by how much red he sees. Your shirt is soaked with it, and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to do next.

“He’s behind you!” you warn him, almost a second too late. Dean swivels and empties his clip into the asshole, satisfied when he sees the guy is now a useless pile on the ground.

Sam comes running in the room just then, blood that isn’t his own–thank god–splattered on him. When he sees the state you’re in, he quickly pulls out his phone and dials 911. As he sells the dispatcher on some bogus story, Dean turns back to you.

“You’re getting slow, Winchester.” You’re grimacing as your hands apply steady pressure on your wound. He places his on top to help, and his jaw clenches when he feels how cold they’re getting.

“And you’re an idiot,” he responds. “That guy was gonna miss me by a mile. You didn’t have to jump in front of the damn bullet.”

You chuckle weakly, “He h-had you in his sights. Someone n-needed to save your ass.”

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Prompt: “Can you stop distracting me?” 

“I’m just standing here.” 

“Exactly, you’re distracting me.

You peer up from the laptop and see Sam. Like, really see him for the first time. The night before had swept away the fog of denial that kept you from having any clarity. Never mind that you were intoxicated. The drinking wasn’t the highlight. The kiss was. That toe-curling, breath-stealing kiss. And the almost-sex. It was unfortunate he fell asleep on you while you were getting undressed.

No, you scold yourself, it’s a good thing. Now you don’t have to deal with an awkward morning-after or worse, the heartache of Sam not remembering or even regretting sleeping with you.

But you do have to deal with how attractive he looks in his henley shirt and sweatpants. His hair slightly mussed from having just woken up. His stubbled and chiseled jaw moving up and down as he chews on an apple, pink tongue occasionally darting out to lick the juice from his lips. Lips that feel really good against yours.

“Can you stop distracting me?” you burst out.

The brothers pause, and it’s Dean who’s the first to move. “I was just breakin’ down the case we found to Sleeping Beauty here. What’s the problem?”

“Not you, him!” You point at Sam, who raises his arms helplessly.

“I’m just standing here.”

“Exactly, you’re distracting me. Do something else somewhere else. And stop that crunching. It’s making my hangover worse.”

Sam huffs with what you hope is amusement and not exasperation. He stops eating and exits the library, leaving you with Dean and a fresh pile of guilt.

Dean chuckles, “See the dangers of alcohol, kid?”

“Says the guy who’s got whiskey running through his veins.”

“Fair enough.” He closes the lid of his laptop and gets up to leave. “I’ll come back when you start being fun again.”

You didn’t intend to tick off both brothers, but your headache is making you irritable. Instead of going back to your work, you sit there rubbing at your temple, wishing Cas were here to take it away. Or Sam could come back and massage you with those big, strong hands of his. Hands that sure know how to take care of your body. His careful stitching, how they pull you to safety when crossing a busy street.

Even when he isn’t around, he’s a distraction.

“You feeling all right?”

You raise your head and see Sam. Get a good face full of him. Because he’s really close. You’re debating whether you should move away or completely screw the idea of personal space.

The chair scrapes backward, adding more distance between you. “Just a headache. And a bit of sensory overload.”

“You shouldn’t be working out here then. Get some rest.” He moves away, and you notice he’s changed into his casual clothes–flannel shirt and jeans, both of which fit so snugly on his body. Seriously, how have you not noticed him before?

You allow him to lead you down the hall to your room. He shuts off the lamp, filling the room with darkness. You track his movements through the occasional whoosh of air and the faint scent of his cologne.

He tucks you into bed–although you wish he’s yanking the sheets off instead–and starts to go. “Sam, wait,” you call out before he could walk out the door. “Sorry for snapping at you earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says. “Now you know how I feel.”

“Like a marching band’s taken up residence inside your skull?”

“No, like… I can’t think of anything else when you’re around.”

Oh.

Ohhhhhhh.

“Since when?” you ask him.

“I dunno. When you first showed up?”

“Wow. That far back.”

“Yeah. Wait, that is how you feel, right? Because if it isn’t, then just completely ignore everything I said. I didn’t mean to assume that you had feelings for me. I misread the signals. I thought you liked me back.”

“Sam?”

“…yeah.”

“Shut up and come kiss me.”

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Patchwork Doll

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 1000+

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

A/N: It turns out it’s Castiel’s anniversary on the show today, so I whipped up something short and sweet to celebrate. It’s unedited and all that. Kinda just cranked it out right now in one sitting, so apologies if it’s a mess. (Also, titles?!?)

Quiet days are rare when you’re always trying to save the world. So when Dean invites you on another hunt right as you’re coming back from another, you affectionately tell him to stick it where the sun didn’t shine.

He chuckles good-naturedly, knowing you only half-meant the taunt. “Yeah, I feel like I haven’t seen your ugly mug around here in weeks. You’ve earned a sick day. Rest up, kid.”

He drops a kiss on the top of your head and heads out with Sam, leaving you alone in the room.

The solitude lasts for only a second as Cas emerges from the bathroom. “Welcome back,” he greets. He’s shed most of his layers and is dressed in only his suit pants and the white polo, although he’s rolled the sleeves up to the elbow. It’s so adorably casual. “How was the job in Preston?”

“Pretty standard hunter stuff,” you answer, stretching your muscles to release some of the exhaustion from driving. “What have you been up to? Haven’t seen you in days.”

Smiling, he borrows your words, “Standard angel stuff.”

Even though he’s an angel, weariness had etched permanent lines on his face. Cas had changed, not just since you last saw him days ago. The monsters he had unwittingly consumed transformed him into something else.

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Piece of Home (Soulmate AU)

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 2000+

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: My first soulmate fic! I wanted to try one, so I found a prompt where soulmates share emotions. What one feels, so does the other. But I added a little twist: a physical connection has to be established first. Not completely satisfied with this but I wanted to post something new. Sorry it took a while. Blame school! (Gif not really relevant to story. He’s just so pretty.)

It’s 3:26 in the morning, and you’re in bed with your fingers pressed to the pulse point on your neck. It’s throbbing wildly, like something is trying to burst out of your carotid artery. Sweat beads on your forehead, forcing you to shove the blankets off of your warm body.

You have no idea what’s going on but it becomes impossible to fall back asleep, even after the feeling disappears and the sun starts to climb the sky. Hours later, the incident is still fresh in your mind.

“One second I was having a really nice dream about Captain America. The next I’m awake and surging with adrenaline. Out of nowhere. Please tell me I’m not crazy.”

Your partner Dave carefully sets his cup of coffee on the saucer. Steam rises from the creamy liquid and swirls in front of his face, reminding you of fortune tellers cloaked in smoky incense. “This is it.” His face is serious, but his eyes are alight with excitement. “It’s the connection.”

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Eye of the Storm

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 1900+

Characters: Dean, Reader

Summary: A hurricane has you stuck at the bar where you work. But a man–a legend–you only know by name walks in and makes your day more interesting.

A/N: My submission for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Celebration Challenge! My prompt was SFW03. This story took a turn of its own so I think it might be a series but that depends on your feedback :) Enjoy!

“…trees and power lines, closing down many of the major roads. Everyone is advised to remain indoors. Stay tuned for more upda-”

The little TV above the bar fizzled out, along with any hope you had of making it home. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken a shift so soon after a hunt, but you had to earn back some major losses (silver bullets were expensive as hell). Then this hurricane made landfall, leaving you stuck at an empty bar with an ache in your left shoulder.

Now the power was out. The cherry on top of your shit sundae.

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Lonely Neighbor (Part 4)

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 1400+

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Dean x Lisa

Summary: Your date with Thomas doesn’t end well, but the evening takes a turn when Dean comes over to talk. 

Warnings: mentions of torture, panic attack, angst

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It didn’t matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you made the right choice. Every cell in your body screamed that this was wrong.

They started protesting the moment you got ready for dinner up until you parked in front of the restaurant. parked right outside. This is nothing like Oklahoma, you thought sternly. Different setting, different circumstances. You weren’t at the mercy of a bloodthirsty killer here. You were on a date with a fairly good-looking gentleman.

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Lonely Neighbor (Part 3)

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 1400

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Lisa

Summary: You’ve been apart from Dean for a long time, but tragedy has brought you back together. But what do you do when he’s moved on?

Warnings: mild angst

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2

No one person should have this many lawn ornaments. But when Oscar and Paula–the woman from the grocery store–greeted you at the door wearing matching bright clothes, it made sense. They were that kind of couple.

“Y/N! I’m so happy you made it! And you brought something, oh, you sweet thing.”

You lifted the Tupperware higher. “My mom said never show up to a party empty-handed. So I have green bean casserole.”

“My favorite,” Oscar grinned, taking the large container out of your hands. Paula led you through the house and to the backyard where a few guests were already mingling. You quickly scanned the area for Dean, but he hadn’t arrived yet.

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Lonely Neighbor (Part 2)

Author: zepppie

Word Count: 1005 

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Lisa

Warnings: none

A/N: So I didn’t really plan out a continuation for this but inspiration happened to flow and now I might have another short series in the works. Oops? This is for @explicithoran, who asked for a part two!

Previously: Part 1

Water sprinkled on the sleeve of your jacket, right next to the spot that burned at Dean’s touch. He had ambushed you in the produce section of the local grocery store. The misting system had gone off like a proximity warning. Before you could escape, he’d grabbed your arm, allowing you both to be doused in droplets.

“What are you doing here?” he asked when he let go. You wished he wouldn’t.

“Taking advantage of their cucumber sale.”

“I mean here in Indiana.”

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Blue Eyes Blind (Part 6)

Word Count: 2000+

Pairing: Castiel x demon!Reader

Summary: You should have known better than to disobey a direct order from the King of Hell. Now you’ve got a target on your back, and your only hope of survival lies in the hands of two hunters and an angel who would be just as happy to kill you too. (Canon-divergent around S6)

Warnings: none

A/N: Here’s the final part! Thank you so much to those who stuck around for this story, and who waited patiently for the parts to come out. To the anon who sent in the request , I hope this was to your liking. I had a lot of fun writing this. Let me know what you think!

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Death wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t what you pictured at all. There was nothing. Just an inky blackness.

It was a tedious climb up from the darkness in which you found yourself. The only thing that kept you going was that voice in the distance calling your name.

It had been centuries since you heard his voice, but it was still so familiar to you. Like you were speaking to him just yesterday. I’m coming, you thought.

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Blue Eyes Blind (Part 5)

Word Count: 2270+

Summary: You should have known better than to disobey a direct order from the King of Hell. Now you’ve got a target on your back, and your only hope of survival lies in the hands of two hunters and an angel who would be just as happy to kill you too. (Canon-divergent around S6).

Chapter Summary: You come to a decision about Crowley’s offer. A betrayal lands you right in the line of fire. 

Warnings: more angst

A/N: There’s one more part after this. Story’s almost over (wah!)

Previously: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

One look at Jesse, and you knew you made the right choice. This kid… you may not have known him while he was growing up. You may not have been there for most of his life. But from the moment you found him–frightened but still willing to fight–you felt an inexplicable tug in your heart.

He was your son. You’d lost a child before, back when you were a weak and incapable human. Now, you would fight tooth and nail before you let anyone take him away. You would die before you lose him too.

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