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The Pilot (Part 3): You Smell Like A Toilet

A/N: SURPRISE!!! Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m FINALLY posting this part after years and years of not posting it. I really can’t wait for you guys to read this part, I had a little trouble getting back into it a few times but I think I managed to do good this time. Hopefully, this really gets me back into the swing of things. I’m very happy with how this turned out. Although idk how I feel about the diner part.. oh well.. I hope you all enjoy this part! :)

-Tori :) <3

Word Count: 5,041 words... Oh man!!

Warnings: Swearing, and mentions of suicide. I think that’s all? If not let me know?? <3

Y/N: Your Name

You stirred in your sleep when the Impala had stopped moving and the front doors opened. “Dean.” You tiredly called.

You sat up upon hearing the back door open by your feet, and began searching through your duffle for money. The leather adorned hunter peeked his head into the car and looked at you with concern. “What’s up, Princess?”

“Can you bring me back a monster or something? I gotta wake up a bit.” You asked, handing him your cash.

He smiled at you, taking your cash and closed the door to the Impala once again. “Thank you!” You called after him. Dean turned around and winked at you, which made you grin and laugh despite what you had heard about your dad not too long ago. Seriously though, what was going on? And what didn’t John want Dean to tell you?

You turned your attention to shotgun where Sammy had been searching through Dean’s cassette tape collection. “Whatcha’ doin there, Sam?” You questioned.

“Looking for something good to listen to.” He mumbled back.

You laughed. “Dean has the best taste in music, what else is there to listen to that’s good?”

“You are just like him, Y/N. I swear to god.” He laughed. You grinned at him and slid over to the middle of the backseat, placing your arms on top of the bench seat in front of you.

“Listen, Y/N. I’m sorry about last night. I’m sorry about your roommate.” You shivered when he said roommate. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can we start over? I’ve missed you, Y/N.” He continued, turning slightly in his seat to look at your tired features.

Despite just having woken up, you looked tired and restless. You woke up countless times throughout the night, not being able to dream about something you could actually stand. You really only slept this last hour in the Impala. You kept having this one dream, but you quickly put the thought away when you realized you still hadn’t answered Sam.

“Sammy, don’t worry about it. All is good, I’ve missed you too.” You said smiling, and you reached up to ruffle his long hair.

“Hey!” You heard Dean call. Sam leaned out of the car, and you turned around on your seat to look at Dean, who was currently pumping gas. “You want breakfast?”

“No, thanks.” Sam answered him. “So how’d you pay for that stuff? You guys still running credit card scams?”

“Yeah, well, hunting ain’t exactly a pro ball career.” Dean replied, putting the nozzle back on the pump. “Besides. All we do is apply. It’s not our fault they send us the cards.”

“Yeah?” Sam scoffed. “And what names did you put on the application this time?” He asked, swinging his legs back inside the car and closing the car door.

“Wasn’t it Burt Aframian? Or something like that?” You chirped in, as Dean got back into the car.

He put his chips and soda down, turning in his seat to look at you. You were sitting criss-crossed applesauce in the back. The sight made Dean shake his head at you and grin. You almost looked 14 again. “Yeah, and his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal.” Dean smiled, and handed you your monster energy drink and a twix bar. “The Monster you asked for, and I got you a king-sized Twix because I know it’s your favorite.” Dean winked at you, laughing.

You squealed. Twix bars were your absolute favorite. You may be 25, but you’ll always be a little kid at heart when it comes to favorite candies. “Thank you, Dean!” You leaned forward against the bench seat in front of you and wrapped an arm around his broad shoulders, hugging him tightly.

“I swear, man, you’ve got to update your cassette tape collection.” Sam spoke up, still looking through the box of cassette tapes.

“Why?”

“Well, for one, they’re cassette tapes. And two.” Sam held up a tape for every band he named. “Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It’s the greatest hits of mullet rock.”

“House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music.” Dean grinned at his brother.

You took the moment to lean over the front seat yet again and grab a cassette tape out of Dean’s collection. You turned the cassette tape to Dean’s view and he nodded his head at your selection. “Shotgun shuts his cakehole.” You winked at Sam and popped the cassette tape into cassette player. Dean starts the engine, and instantly AC/DC’s Back In Black starts playing.

“You know guys, Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It’s Sam, okay?” Sam was getting tired of hearing that nickname.

“Sorry, Sammy! We can’t hear you, the music's too loud!” You scream, laughing with Dean as you all drove off.

The three of you had just drove past a sign that read “JERICHO 7”. Sam had been on the phone for the past three minutes, and you fooled around with Dean. Poking different spots of his head, face, and shoulders every now and then. He’d laugh and then pretend to get serious, but he wasn’t able to keep it up, the two of you were children living in grown bodies.

“Thank you.” Sam ended the call as he closed his phone. “All right. So, there’s no one matching our dads at the hospital or the morgue. So that’s something I guess.” Dean glanced over at Sam. At a bridge in front of you, there were two police cars and several different officers.

“Check it out.” You said, tapping Dean’s shoulder and then leaning your arm over him to point to the scene in front of you. The three of you sat there watching, until Dean turned off the engine, and opened the glove compartment. He pulled out a box full of ID cards with his, John’s, and your dad’s faces. Dean pulls one out and grins at you and Sam, who stare back.

The three of you begin making your way over to the scene when you notice there’s a deputy leaning over the railing of the bridge, yelling down to two men clad in wetsuits who seemed to be poking around the river.

“You guys find anything?” You heard the deputy call down. “No! Nothing!” One of them called back.

The deputy turned back to the car that sat in the middle of the bridge. Another deputy is at the driver’s side looking around inside of the car. “No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It’s almost too clean.” The three of you had just entered the scene as if you had actually belonged there.

“So, this kid Troy. He’s dating your daughter, isn’t he?” The first deputy asked the one in the car.

The second deputy let out a sigh in response. “Yeah.”

“How’s Amy doing?”

“She’s putting up missing posters downtown.” He shook his head. It looked like he didn’t believe the kid was missing.

You craned your neck, and intervened. “You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn’t you?”

The deputies glanced at you, and gave you no mind, their attention drifted to Sam and Dean. “And who are you?”

Dean flashed his badge to the deputies and moved to your side. “Federal Marshals.”

The deputies shared a look and then glanced back at you. Their attention was solely based on you. “Aren’t you a little young to be Marshals? I mean especially you, Miss. You’re in pajamas? You look to be about 19.”

“Hey.” Dean cut in, giving the deputies a small glare. “That’s enough.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at the men. “You did have another one just like this, correct?”

“Yeah.. That’s right. About a mile up the road. There’ve been others before that.” They hesitantly replied.

“So, this victim, you knew him?” Sam asked, nicely. The deputies both nodded their heads yes. You and Dean had been tipped off. Who were these guys to judge you? They didn’t even fucking know you?

“In a town like this, everybody knows everybody.”

Dean wrapped an arm around your waist, and the two of you walked around the car, looking around. You knew Dean had done this because he needed to calm himself down. He was getting agitated with the deputies and their smart ass remarks towards you.

“I’m okay.” You whispered, looking up at him. He glanced down at you and gave you a small smile. You grinned and hip bumped him, causing him to grin back.

He took a deep breath, and put his hard, determined facade back up. “Any connection between the victims?” Dean asked.

“Besides that they’re all men?” You added for him.

“No. Not so far as we can tell.” The deputies had now followed the two of you around the car.

“So then, what’s the theory?” Sam asked, curiously. You grinned, he was so into these things sometimes.

“Honestly, we don’t know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?”

“Well, that’s exactly the kind of crack police work I’d expect out of you guys.” You mumbled.

Sam shot you a look and you immediately looked away. The three of you decided that was enough and as soon as you started walking away Sam was on your ass.

“Really Y/N?” Sam asked, obviously annoyed.

“Sorry. I just really hate being underestimated.” You mumbled back, and walked ahead of the boys.

Dean immediately shot Sam a ’What the fuck dude?’ look, and smacked Sam on the head.

“Ow! What was that for?” Sam hissed.

“Really Sam? Why’d you have to be like that?” Dean argued back at his younger brother.

“Why does she have to talk to police like that?” Sam continued.

Dean moved to stand in front of his brother, who stopped walking to avoid hitting him. “Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on. We’re all alone on this. I mean, if we’re going to find Dad and Rich, we’ve got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.” Dean was getting annoyed at Sam, why was he being so blunt?

Sam cleared his throat and looked over Dean’s shoulder. Dean turns around to see you frozen, staring up at Sheriff Pierce and two FBI Agents. He walks to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, and continues to make his way to the impala as quickly as possible.

“Can I help you kids?” The Sheriff asked.

“No, sir, we were just leaving.” Dean nods his head at the two FBI Agents. “Agent Mulder, Agent Scully.”

The three of you continued walking to the impala, Dean’s arm wrapped around your shoulder as the Sheriff watched your retreating figures.

As you and the boys are walking, you see a young woman who happens to be tacking up posters of Troy’s face with the caption “MISSING TROY SQUIRE”.

Once you all start to approach her, Dean speaks up. “I’ll bet you that’s her.”

“Yeah.” Sam replies to him. Giving him a look.

You look at both boys, and walk over to the young woman. “Hi, you must be Amy.” You say, giving her a small smile.

“Yeah.” She replies, confused as to how you know her name.

Dean steps forward, sticking out his hand and motioning to the three of you. “Yeah, well uh, Troy told us about you. We’re his uncles. I’m Dean, this is Sammy, and this is my wife, Y/N.”

You held back a laugh at the thought of you and Dean getting married. Everyone the two of you meet, always assumes that you’re together.

Amy looks at you all, skeptically. “He never mentioned you to me.”

She walks away from the three of you and you look at Dean. “I don’t know Dean, this doesn’t seem like a good idea. She doesn’t want to talk to us.”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. She’ll talk.” He looks at you and gives you a smile, seeming confident. You look at sam, and he gives you an “I’m sorry” look.

The three of you begin to follow Amy, Dean furthering your lie. “Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto.”

Amy still seems uninterested, so you begin to help Dean. “So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around. You know, to see if anyone knows anything.”

Another young woman comes up to Amy and puts a hand on her arm. “Hey, are you okay?” Amy looks at the young girl, and smiles at her sadly. “Hey Rachel. Yeah, I’m okay.”

Sam took this opportunity to finally speak up. “Hey, Amy.. Do you mind if we ask you some questions?”

Amy looks at Sam, and slowly nods her head yes.

The five of you are sitting in a booth at the dinner, you’re smushed between Dean and Sam. Amy was speaking currently about the last time she had heard from Troy. “So I was on the phone with Troy, he told me that he would call me back, and… well he never did.”

Sam looked at the young woman in front of you, engaging the information. “He didn’t say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?” You had been watching the conversation between the two of them. Something kept bugging you about Amy, she obviously didn’t know anything so you really didn’t want to bother her anymore.

Amy looked at Sam sadly. “No I’m sorry, he didn’t say anything other than that from what I remember.”

You studied her necklace and nudged Dean from under the table. “Wha?” he whispered to you with a mouth full of pie.

You played with the necklace your dad had given to you a long time ago, he said it had been your mother’s. You nudged your head over to Amy’s direction and Dean took your hint. He noticed the necklace she was wearing, and he looked back at you wide eyed.

“I love your necklace!” You blurted out of nowhere. Dean turned his head to you and watched you. “What are you doing?!” He whispered.

Amy holds her necklace in her hand, a pentagram in a circle. She looks down at the pendant. “Yeah, Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents..” She laughs thinking about him. “With all that devil stuff, you know?”

Dean and Sam watch you, as you begin spewing information out about pentagrams. “Actually, it means just the opposite. You see, a pentagram is protection against evil. It’s really powerful. It’s an amazing type of sigil. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing.” You started to get red, you loved that type of stuff, and it was really important to you after everything you’ve learned.

You didn’t notice the way Dean was watching you. His eyes watched as the blush crept down your neck and he smiled to himself.

“Okay, thank you. Unsolved mysteries.” Dean took his arm off from the back of where you sat, and he leant forwards. “Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything…”

With Dean having said that, Amy and Rachel look at each other. You grew a little worried from their gesture. “What is it?” You asked quickly.

Rachel was the one to speak. “Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk.”

You laughed when Sam and Dean immediately spoke together. “What do they talk about? “ They both asked, Dean frustrated when he realized Sam had said it as well.

Rachel looked around, and then back at the three of you. “It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago.”

Dean looks at Sam, who happened to be watching Rachel attentively, nodding. Rachel continues speaking, “Well, supposedly she's still out there.” Sam nods at her to continue. “She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever.”

The three of you looked at eachother, and at that point you knew something was definitely going on here.

Sitting in the local library, you and the boys were trying to find out anything about what could be going on in this town.

Sam snatched the mouse from Dean’s grasp. “Let me try.” He says, impatient with the fact Dean hadn’t come up with anything yet.

Dean, in return smacks Sam's hand. “I got it.” Dean says, irritated at his impatient brother. Sam gets annoyed by this and he shoves Dean's chair out of the way to take over.

“Dude!” Dean hits Sam in the shoulder. ”You're such a control freak.”

You get up from your spot and smack both boys in the back of the head. “Enough, stop acting like 3 year old girls fighting over who gets to play with what Barbie Doll.”

“Ouch, Y/N.. Is someone angry she didn’t get her choice of Barbie Doll?” Dean looks up at you with a pouty lip, rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh quit it Dean, Y/N didn’t play with Barbie Dolls.. She played with toy cars.” Sam looked at you playfully, and laughed.

“I swear, you two will indefinitely be the death of me.” You rolled your eyes while smiling at the boys.

Dean chimed into the fun, poking you as he said his next sentence. “Sam, Y/N didn’t play with just any toy cars.. She played with Hot Wheels!”

“Boys, we’re done with this conversation.” You announced to them, laughing. “But if you must know, Dean is correct. My dad probably has a few of them still laying around in the buick.” You teased back playfully.

Dean smiled widely at the thought of you playing with toy cars as a young girl.

“Anyway, angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?” You asked them, scrolling through files on the computer.

Dean looked at you, trying to understand where you were going with this. “Yeah, why?”

Sam looked at you, gears turning in his head at your thoughts. He nodded his head in agreement. “Maybe it's not murder.” He said, looking up at his brother.

Dean realized what you had meant and looked up, putting his hand up for a high five from you. “Okay Y/N, you’re good at this research thing. We should put you on the computer more often!”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Dean’s suggestion. “Yeah alright Dean. Let’s not but say we did.” You told him, ruffling his dirty blonde hair.

Dean sadly put his hand down, pouting. “Thanks for leaving me hanging.”

“Dean stop. Maybe if I change ‘Murder’ to ‘Suicide’ we’ll find more answers.” You spoke, you were trying hard to find out what happened here. You were so hopeful that all of this would lead you to your dad and John.

“Look look, it says here that in 1981 a woman named Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, and drowns in the river.” Sam spoke, reading off the words from the screen.

Dean watched his brother gather the information. “Okay, well does it say how she did it?” He asked.

“Yeah, it does.” Sam replies.

“How?” Dean asks, trying to get to the point.

“An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die.” You read, feeling sorry for the woman who lost her two children in one night. You thought back to yourself and the boys. You had all lost your mothers so quickly, you couldn’t imagine the pain Constance would’ve been in.

Dean looks at you, raising his eyebrows. “Hm, wow that really sucks.”

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch." Sam continued, you guys needed to get to the bottom of this.

You looked at the attached picture, noticing that the bridge looked familiar. You looked harder, realizing that was the bridge you had been on earlier in the day. “Uh guys? Does that bridge look familiar to you?” You asked, hoping they’d confirm your thoughts.

You all looked at each other before grabbing your coats and heading out, you in the lead.

The three of you returned to the bridge from earlier. You walked close to the rail, watching the water below you. Sam had been walking a few feet in front of you and Dean, who was walking close next to you.

He watched you for a minute, you were closely watching the water in thought. He swung his arm around your shoulder. “How’s your arm?” He asked, noticing that you held it closer to you, considering you were probably still in pain.

“It feels good I guess, I’m still painful but I’m glad to be alive thanks to you.” You smiled at your best friend. It was still weird to you, you were at college just yesterday and now here you were with Sam and Dean. On a hunting trip nonetheless.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asked, he could tell something was bothering you.

“Nothing, it’s all just weird you know? I was at college just yesterday Dean. Now I’m here with you, hunting, looking for my dad..” You looked up at Dean, tears welling in your eyes. “What did that message mean Dean? What if he’s dead?” You stopped walking and turned to face him.

“Y/N, I’m sure he’s fine. If he wasn’t I’m sure my dad would’ve made it pretty urgent.” Dean reassured you. But truthfully, he didn’t even know what to make of that voice message.

You smiled sadly at him before turning around to walk over to Sam, who stood at the ledge. “So this is where Constance took the swan dive.” You spoke, watching the water flow below you once again.

“So you think that our dad’s would have been here?” Sam looks over at you and Dean, you could tell that he too was worried.

“Well, they’re chasing the same story and we're chasing them.” Dean says and continues walking. Sam follows him, and you walk a few feet behind the boys, listening to their conversation but in your own world as well.

“Okay, so now what?” Sam asked, getting annoyed with his brother.

“Now we keep digging until we find them. Might take a while.” Dean states, the mission is clear in his mind. He’s not going to stop until he finds your dads.

Sam stops walking. “Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-.”

Dean turns around interrupting his brother, and you stand to the side of them. “Monday. Right. The interview.”

“Yeah.” Sam replies shortly.

“Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some Lawyer? Marry your girl?” Dean asks, you can tell that he’s hurt by Sam not wanting to help him.

“Dean..” You warn him, now isn’t the time for this fight.

“Maybe. Why not?” Sam asks, challenging his older brother.

“Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?” Dean asks, you know that he’s doing this to make Sam feel bad for ditching you guys.

Sam steps closer to his brother. “No, and she's not ever going to know.” He says, growing angry with Dean.

“Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are.” Dean turns around and keeps walking. Sam follows him, obviously not over this.

You walk behind them, having heard enough of their fighting for the night. “Boys, enough we have work to do.” This really is not the time for this fight, yet the boys don’t care about what you think right now.

“And who's that?” Sam fires back, incredulously.

“You're one of us. A hunter, little brother.” Dean moves his hand, referring to you and himself.

Sam hurries to get in front of Dean. “No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.”

“You have a responsibility to-” Dean starts, but Sam interrupts him.

“To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back. The same with Y/N’s mother.” Sam argues, you can’t believe that he just went there again. Bringing your mother into this once again. A woman that he didn’t even have the chance of knowing!

“Hey! Don’t bring my mother into this again Sam!” You warn the younger boy, your mother really was a sore subject for you.

Dean grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him up against the railing of the bridge. He waits for a while before speaking. “Don't talk about our mom like that. And leave Y/N’s mom out of this Sam. Seriously, stop.” Dean releases Sam and walks away, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you with him.

You walked with Dean before stopping. Before you and the boys, stood Constance. “Guys!” You spoke, you pointed to Constance who stood on the railing of the bridge.

Sam comes to stand next to Dean. Constance looks over at you, then steps forward off the edge. You sprint towards where she had just been, running to the railing and look over. The boys were right behind you.

“Where'd she go?” Dean asked eagerly.

Sam looks around, confused and annoyed. “I don't know.”

Behind you, the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on. You nudge Dean, who turns with you. Sam, noticing your action turns around as well.

“What the-” Dean begins before Sam asks what everyone was wondering. “Who's driving your car?” Sam questions.

You reach into Dean’s pocket to pull the keys out and you jingle them, all three of you still staring ahead. Sam glances at the keys in your hand before the car jerks into motion, heading straight for the three of you. You all turn and dart, Dean grabbing your hand in the process to keep you close.

“Dean? Y/N? Go! Go!” Sam screams. The car is moving faster than you are; when it gets too close, Sam and Dean dive over the railing. Dean’s grip on your hand gets lost during the jump, causing you to lose each other. The car comes to a halt on the bridge.

Sam has caught himself on the edge of the bridge and is hanging on. He pulls himself up onto the bridge and looks around. “Dean? Dean!” Sam calls out to his brother.

Below, a filthy and annoyed Dean crawls out of the water and onto the mud, panting. “What?” He screams up to his brother.

“Hey! Are you alright?” Sam asks, worried about his big brother. Dean holds up one hand in an A-OK sign. “I'm super, Sammy.” Sam laughs relieved, but notices that you aren’t with his brother. “Dean? Where’s Y/N?” Sam calls down to his muddy brother.

Dean’s eyes widen, and he frantically starts looking for you when he can’t see you anywhere close. “Y/N? Where are you?” He calls in a frenzy. “Sam can you see her anywhere?!” He screams up to his brother.

“No! I can’t see her it’s too dark up here.” Sam yells down to his brother. At that note, Dean starts getting back into the water to look for you, before he notices you sitting in the mud a few yards down.

You sat holding your head, and you seemed in pain. He rushes over to you, worried. “Y/N? Hey, are you okay?” He bends down to assess you.

You look up and there’s a gash on your forehead. “I’m fine, just hit my head but I’m alright.” You reach up for Dean’s hand, and he helps you stand up.

The two of you covered from head to toe in mud. You grip your head with your hand when the quick movement immediately makes you dizzy. “Woah, easy tiger. I gotcha.” Dean says, before picking you up to carry you back to the car. You just lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, your head hurt too much.

“Twice in two days, huh? Guess I’m good at saving you.” Dean teases you, and you wince in return.

“Shhhh, you’re too loud..” You whine and press your finger to Dean’s lips when his voice sounds like it’s booming in your head.

Once Dean gets you back to the car, he places you in the front seat of the Impala. “You okay?” Dean asks. “Mhm.” You mumble back, tiredly.

“Stay here, I need to check her out.” Dean states as he starts to inspect his precious baby.

Dean shuts the hood of his car and leans on it. “Your car all right?” Sam asks, looking at his frustrated brother.

“Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now.” Dean is mad that his car was involved.

“What about Y/N? She okay?” Sam asks, concerned.

“Yeah, she’s just got a nasty head wound and probably a concussion. But she’s been through worse. That Constance chick though, what a bitch!” Dean screams out, hoping Constance could hear him curse at her.

“Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?” Sam settles on the hood next to Dean.

Dean throws up his arms in frustration, then flicks some of the mud off his hands. Sam sniffs close to his brother, then looks at Dean. “You smell like a toilet.” Sam’s nose scrunches up in disgust.

Dean looks down, shaking his head before getting up and getting in the Impala. Sam climbs into the backseat. You instinctively move closer to Dean, and lay your head on his shoulder.

“My head hurts.” You whine again, Dean looks down at you and chuckles. You always acted like a little kid when you were hurt.

“You probably have a concussion so you should stay up for a little while.” Sam chimes in.

You groan before Dean pats your leg and starts up the Impala. He peels out, driving until he finds the closest motel.

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