[her hands fall from his face suddenly, thrown off when he slipped away. the sounds don't make a dent in her concentration since she can always hear them, but with her concentration broken the sound of the stars fades back to silence laid under everything else she can always hear. her eyebrows knit in confusion.
what did she just see? it was a church and Samouel over him with syringes and vials and a strange book, tying Crowley down and doing something to him, and there was screaming, and shouting, and Crowley panicking and crying (???) and noise-
she trips back a step. it doesn't make sense. that's Sam, that's her friend, she knows him. he wouldn't do that and a lord of the dead wouldn't either, and-]
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what did she just see? it was a church and Samouel over him with syringes and vials and a strange book, tying Crowley down and doing something to him, and there was screaming, and shouting, and Crowley panicking and crying (???) and noise-
she trips back a step. it doesn't make sense. that's Sam, that's her friend, she knows him. he wouldn't do that and a lord of the dead wouldn't either, and-]
What was that?