And Grace Will Lead Me Home: 5/5

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PART FIVE
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And Grace Will Lead Me Home: 4/5

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PART FOUR
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When Sam dies, Dean remembers.

( It happens at two-thirty-nine in the afternoon, on a Tuesday. He's working on the car -- an old beat-up thing his mom picked up cheap for his sixteenth birthday, but after some elbow grease and a lot of searching for parts, Dean's sure there isn't an engine in the world that runs as smooth as his baby's. )

And Grace Will Lead Me Home: 3/5

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PART THREE
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One year.

( It has been one year. Twelve months. Fifty-two weeks.Three hundred and sixty-five days. Eight thousand, seven hundred, and sixty five hours. Five hundred and twenty-five thousand, nine hundred, and forty-eight minutes. It has been thirty one million, five hundred and fifty-six thousand, nine hundred and twenty-six seconds since Anna stepped into the bureaucratic office, and she has been filling out forms for every single one of those seconds. )

And Grace Will Lead Me Home: Part Two

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PART TWO
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The house isn't exactly as Sam remembers it. It's not as well taken care of, there are scorch marks on the porch and bars on the windows, but it's still a nice house. Castiel walks into the front door as if he belongs there, and Sam follows with his shotgun out, ready to fight whatever was in there.

( Except it turns out that what's inside the house is a mostly hysterical Amelia Novak, one who hisses in displeasure when Castiel walks into the living room. )

And Grace Will Lead Me Home: 1/5

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PART ONE
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Slumping down against the wall, Dean scrabbles for a hold against the brick. His fingers are numb, though, bloody and unresponsive, so Dean slides downward and hits the floor with a loud thump. His borrowed angel-mojo had never been meant to last, he'd expected it to burn out hot and fast like a flare; he hadn't expected it to feel like this. He is hollowed out, empty and with his insides scraped raw; the pain in his side feels as if he's been run through.

( "Sammy," he tries to say; it comes out as barely a wheeze. His chest tightens painfully, squeezing even more air from his lungs. )