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John Winchester ~ Supernatural

S2 E1 ~ “In My Time of Dying”

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Who swims to shore when all occupants of the boat refuses to relent?







(Hopefully by this point you’ve finished all 126 minutes of ‘P.S. I Love You’, the kind of person who isn’t bothered by spoilers, or are just deciding if you still want to keep watching.)

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Denny knew it was wrong, but he just couldn’t help himself becoming jealous as he listend to all the stories you told him.

All the stories, all the moments, all the memories and seconds he couldn’t share with you because he was bound to this stupid bed. 

He just couldn’t hold back anymore and felt an inner rage inside his body boiling.

“DAMNIT! Stop it now, Y/N! Please just leave me alone!” he scoffed, not caring that he might hurt you with his harsh words. All he could think about was how your life was so much worse with him.

“Y/N, you’re my heaven…but maybe I’m your hell!” His voice was full of rage before it slowly cracked, the last few words only a silent whisper from his lips.

You were surprised by his sudden tantrum, but knew he didn’t really mean it.

He loved you and you loved him, even though he was bound to this bed. You had hoped to brighten his day by telling him all the stories of what you had experienced the last few days without even sparing a thought that this could hurt him.

Without another word, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him gently, a tear welling up in the corner of your eyes as he seemed to calm down and returned the kiss with a silent sob.

I’m your heaven and you are my heaven, Denny. Always!” 

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A Midwest Christmas - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

Again, I’m aware I’m late posting this. I know it’s no longer Christmas, don’t yell at me. Christmas is one of my favorite holidays and I LOVE writing stories that are based around Christmas.

Jeff crushed out his cigarette and breathed hot air into his hands to warm them. He shrugged his shoulders a few times, almost as if he was psyching himself up.

“You okay, babe?” I ask and kiss his cheek, shutting the car off.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m so nervous! I’m a grown ass man, damn it,” my boyfriend chuckles.

“They’ll love you, Jeff. You know my mom and dad love you already, you have nothing to worry about, baby” I give his thigh a squeeze and kiss his neck deeply. Jeff moans and tilts his head to the side.

“Please don’t give me a boner before meeting your female relatives,” Jeff chuckles. “I don’t know, babe. Dad might not love me after I walk through the door,” he gestures to his Seattle Seahawks beanie.

“He’ll get over it,” I laugh and open the car door. Jeff grabs the box of gifts from the trunk and holds my hand as we walk to the front door.

“Merry Christmas Eve!” I holler from the foyer. Jeff kicks off his boots.

“Hey sweetie! Hey Jeff, what’s up, brother?” my dad calls from the den.

“Hey, Mr. C,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“Oh no, oh no. You take that hat off! You’re in Bear country!” my dad laughs. “Just when I thought I liked you!”

“I knew you’d say something! GO HAWKS!” Jeff chuckles and tosses it onto the bench. My dad jokingly makes a fist. I roll my eyes playfully and ruffle his hair as we head upstairs. Men and their sports, I’ll never understand it.

“You can just set the gifts under the tree,” I whisper to Jeff and give his arm a squeeze. He waves at my female relatives at the table.

“Hiiiii! Merry Christmas! I’ve missed you!” my cousin Amy hugs me. “How’s New York?”

“Absolutely incredible. Every day feels like a new adventure with this one,” I gesture to my man standing behind me. “This is my boyfriend, Jeff!”

“Hi there, you must be Amy? I’ve heard so much about you!” Jeff shakes her hand and kisses her cheek.

“All good things I hope!” Amy laughs.

“Yes ma’am. I’ve heard y’all are super close, and I love that. Family togetherness recharges the batteries.”

“I’m glad to hear it! I can’t think of a single holiday we didn’t spend together,” Amy gestures around the table.

“Have a seat!” my mom says. “Can I get you anything to drink? We have wine, beer, Coke Zero…”

“I’ll have a Coke,” Jeff replies and sits next to me at the long dinner table. I pull a small bottle of Crown Royal out of my bag.

“I’ll take a Coke as well,” I laugh.

“You came to party! I’ll take some too,” Jeff wraps his arm around me and kisses my cheek as I add the liquor to his glass of ice, “It smells amazing in here, Ma,” Jeff says to my mom.

“Thanks, Jeff! It’s a tradition on Christmas that we have Grandma, my mom’s, tacos. The shells are from a tiny little Mexican kitchen downtown, that’s how my mom always did it. I think we’re just waiting on Jessica and then we’ll be ready to eat!”

“Sounds delicious,” Jeff sips his drink.

“How’d you guys meet? You look super familiar, Jeff,” my aunt Janine remarks. I rest my head on Jeff’s shoulder.

“It all started when I began frequenting this coffee shop that opened near my, well, OUR farm while on hiatus from work. I couldn’t take my eyes off this brown eyed manager with the messy bun in her hair who would always ring me up and make my drink. Golly, she looked cute in that apron,” Jeff nudges me and everyone laughs as I blush. “I finally had to ask this pretty young thing out. I invited her over for dinner and the rest is history. One year and some change later and I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but my baby gal,” he kisses me softly. “Oh! I’m an actor, by the way. I’m currently on a show called The Walking Dead, I play the bad guy named Negan. A lot of people still recognize me as Denny from Grey’s Anatomy and John Winchester from Supernatural though,” Jeff smiles warmly.

“I knew those eyes looked familiar!” my aunt exclaims. “Wow, girl, a famous actor? Check you out!”

“He’s pretty great. I thought the concept of soulmates was cheesy til this man came along. I mean, nobody’s perfect, but Jeffrey comes pretty darn close,” I rub his thigh under the table.

“How old are you anyway? That gray beard says you’re old,” my 13 year old cousin Alyssa asks.

“Lys! You can’t just say that!” her mom quiets her.

“It’s okay, hon! I’m not offended at all! I AM old, real old. I’m 54,” Jeff laughs.

“And how old are you?” Alyssa turns her attention to me.

“24,” I link my arm with my man’s and nuzzle his shoulder.

“Sooo, you were 30 when she was born?” Alyssa makes a sassy face.

“Don’t push it, little girl,” Jeff teases and we all laugh.

*Jeff’s POV*

“So, this is the man cave, huh?” I glance around at the fishing poles adorning the chocolate brown wall and Chicago sports gear.

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice! It gets cold down here, but the fireplace helps!” my girlfriend’s dad Tim tosses some kindling on the fire.

“Super cozy,” I remark. I haven’t been this nervous in a long time. I had something I desperately wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to just get right to it.

“How you doin’, bud?” my girlfriend’s grandfather Ray asks.

“Good, Ray! I’m really good, fantastic actually. It feels so nice to be off work for the holidays! Thank you guys so much for welcoming me into your home. Dinner was delicious and the Midwest hospitality is much appreciated.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Tim says.

“This is for you,” Ray reaches into his coat pocket. He passes a CD my way with small writing on the jacket, “To: Jeff. Love, Grampa.”

“Aww, what’s this?” I say, pushing my glasses up.

“Elvis Christmas songs. Something for you and your girl to dance to. You better treat her good,” he smiles his adorable old man smile.

“Thank you so much, Grandpa,” I get up and give him a hug. “You didn’t have to get me anything. So, um,” I clear my throat as I settle into the couch. “There’s something we should talk about. I mean, something I need to ask you. I don’t know, I’m shaky as hell. So, how do I put this?” I pull a small velvet box out of my pocket. “I brought this with me.”

“You want to marry me? Let me go get my dress!” Tim teases. Whew, a joke to break the tension.

“Yeah, totally! I, wow, I’m going to cry. Pull yourself together, Jeff. I wanted to know if I can ask your daughter to be my wife. She’s got me wrapped, man. When I look into her eyes, I just fall in love over and over again. I know it’s old fashioned of me to ask, but I thought I’d do the right thing and ask for your blessing. I love your girl so damn much, you have no idea,” I wipe tears away.

“I had a feeling this would be happening. You kept staring at me all through dinner with this lost puppy look in your eye, like I was going to yell at you or something! Jeff, I see the way she looks at you and it warms her dad’s heart. Every time you speak, she stops immediately what she’s doing and stares at you with hearts in her eyes. I’ve never seen my daughter so happy. Of course you have my blessing.” My heart begins hammering in my chest as my soon to be fiancée’s dad pulls me into a hug.

“Thank you so much, sir! Oh my god, I’m freaking out. Thank you, thank you! So, next question, where’s the best place to propose around these parts?”

“Well, downtown near your hotel on 5th Avenue, it’s all decked out in Christmas lights. Maybe you guys could take a walk down there?”


“What a great dinner, your family is so kind and welcoming!” Jeff says as we climb into the warm car. “I love you so much, doll.”

“I’m so glad you had a good time, honey. I knew you would! I love you too, Jeff. I’m so looking forward to the hot tub when we get back to the room, I don’t know about you.” Jeff slides his hand over my upper thigh seductively as I drive through the city in the direction of the hotel. I glance over at my boyfriend and he gives me the sexiest bedroom eyes. I could have just stopped the car and taken him right there. We jam out to our favorite Christmas songs and giggle like kids.

“Fifth Avenue,” Jeff mutters. “Pull over, babe.” I pull into a parking spot and Jeff grabs my face and kisses me deeply, “Let’s go walkin’ in a winter wonderland.” I smile and shut the car off and follow behind him. Jeff’s adorable spontaneity was one of his best qualities. He takes me by the hand as we look at the twinkling lights. There’s no cars on the road and the snow dampens all the sound.

“Hey, sweetheart?” Jeff places his hands on my hips.

“Yes?” I wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other close.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he pecks my lips, I run my fingers through his soft gray hair. “I tried to come up with a long romantic speech, but words are failing me. You’re everything I’ve hoped and dreamed for. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. You’re the reason I can’t wipe this smile off my face. Every time I look into those gentle brown eyes, I’m reminded of why I fell in love with you all over again. A life without you is a life I don’t want to live. You’re my entire world, sweet girl.” Jeff pulls away and reaches into his pocket.

“Oh my god,” I sigh, “Jeffrey, I-I-“ I’m utterly speechless. Jeff brushes away the snow on the sidewalk with his gloved hand and gets on one knee.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” Jeff smiles widely, opening the velvet box and revealing a simple, shimmering band. That man knew me so well, it was exactly the

“Oh god, Daddy! Yes! Yes, Jeffrey, yes I’ll marry you!” I jump up and down excitedly. Jeff’s hands shake as he slides the ring on my finger. I gasp with delight, “I love you. Oh baby, it’s beautiful!” Jeff gets to his feet and rests his forehead against mine as we both cry tears of joy. My breath quavers from excitement and the biting cold as Jeff kisses me over and over again.

“I want you to be mine forever,” he whispers against my lips.

“Forever and ever. Oh my god, my heart is racing! You’re so amazing, I love you so much.”

“I love you the most, baby gal.”



Jeff and I could hardly keep our hands off each other as we hustled to the elevator.

“Merry Christmas!” the front desk agent calls out.

“You too!” Jeff replies with a friendly wave. I untie my coat as the door to the elevator shuts. I tangle my fingers in my silver fox’s thick hair and moan as he kisses my neck and pulls down my sweater, brushing his scruffy beard against my chest as he kisses and sucks gently.

“Jeffrey, you naughty boy,” I gasp. His large, slender hand find its way between my thighs. “Please, Daddy,” I whine. Jeff slides his fingers down the front of my leggings. He pulls them out just as the elevator chimes, my face goes red as I readjust my Christmas sweater and Jeff fixes his hair as if nothing ever happened.

“Merry Christmas!” an innocent, elderly Mrs. Claus looking woman greets us.

“Merry Christmas to you too!” I reply, the cool air of the hallway hitting Jeff’s saliva on my chest, causing me to shiver with delight. We laugh to ourselves as Jeff opens the door to our suite. Oh, that poor old lady, I hope she didn’t hear too much.

“Let’s see, how about we celebrate with a drink!” Jeff says with a wide smile, slinging his coat over a chair.

“Hmm, how about something sweet? I kind of want dessert after all those tacos,” I wrap my arms around my now fiancé’s waist as he kisses me, his large hands squeeze me closer.

“Your sweater reminds me, how about a White Russian?”

“I am, in fact, the Dude. One of my favorites,” I reply with a laugh.

“Hmm. Vodka, check. Coffee liqueur, got it. Cream, hmm. Cream, cream, cream,” Jeff taps his chin. “Got it!” he grabs some half and half packets from the coffee station.

“Ah, resourceful! I like that!” I kiss him and sit on the bed, “I’ll get the bath ready.”

I draw the bath and Jeff hands me a drink, setting his on the rim of the tub. He unbuttons his shirt revealing his hairy chest and stomach. He kisses me.


“I love you so much,” he says. “Nice ring you’ve got there.”

“Thanks!” I run my fingers down his chest, “My handsome fiancé gave it to me.”

“He must be a lucky guy,” Jeff’s pants come off and he slides into the tub with a loud groan.

“Jesus, that feels so fucking good,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “Come on in, baby gal, the water’s fine.” Jeff bites his lip eagerly as I take my clothes off. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“I could say the same about you, darlin’,” I reply, tossing my bra on the floor. I tie my hair up as my fiancé looks me up and down. I climb in the tub, opposite of the rugged older man that I was so lucky to call mine. Jeff grabs my leg and begins kissing the length of my calf.

“When and where do you want to get married?” he asked with a sly smile, kneading my legs.

“Honestly, I’ve always dreamed of a fall or winter wedding. You know how I feel about hot weather,” I take a sip of my White Russian.

“Babe, it’s too hot! This is stupid! Ninety degrees? Ew, fuck that!” Jeff imitates my whining. I laugh.

“You know me so well!”

“Daddy, I have a headache!” Jeff cackles.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” I playfully splash water in his face with my foot. Jeff sputters.

“I give you shit because I love you!” he wipes his face.

“I know, and I give it right back to you, asshole! What were we talking about again?” I giggle.

“Wedding plans?”

“Oh, right. So, definitely a fall wedding. What about on the farm? Ballrooms have never really struck my fancy. That little area off beyond the pastures would be beautiful, don’t you think?”

“I agree, I don’t need a big gala with a stuffy tuxedo to show everyone how much I love you. Ooh! How about under that big tree where we had a picnic and carved our names?” Jeff places my legs on his shoulders.

“J hearts K, yeah, I remember,” I sigh longingly. “That’s where you first told me you loved me.”

“Aw, it was, wasn’t it? You packed us a picnic and everything! You’re just a regular Ina Garten, aren’t you? Remember me yelling at the dogs to stay away from the alpacas? ‘Guys, those aren’t puppies, they’ll kick the shit out of you!’” Jeff laughs.

“Well, if I’m Ina, you’re Jeffrey! Hey, look at that! It works!” I tap my glass against his. “Those dogs are so cute, but they’re little shits sometimes.”

“Oh, absolutely they are,” Jeff agrees. “Wow, that cute barista who I was scared to ask out is going to be my wife? How did I get so damn lucky?”

“You were scared to ask me out? Why? We would always chit-chat back and forth.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why. I think it’s because I didn’t want to be THAT guy. You know, the guy who thinks the food service worker is flirting with him just because she’s being nice,” Jeff rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t get that impression from you at all! I think you’re sexy as fuck, and have since the day I first met you. If I thought you were a scumbag, I wouldn’t have flirted back. And I wouldn’t have had sex with you on the first date, would I?” I tease.

“You’re right. Man, that was a wild night, eh? My heart still beats fast when I think about it,” Jeff grins. “You looked so damn good in my shirt too. Come here,” he holds out his arms and I make my way to his side of the tub, sitting on his lap. He runs his manly hands all over my body and buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Mrs. Morgan.”

“I love the sound of that. I get to be your wife and I’ve never been happier in my entire life. I love you so much, Jeffrey.”

“I love you too.”

We eventually climb out of the tub, after kissing and laughing and talking til the water turns our toes to raisins. I wrap myself in a fuzzy bathrobe and Jeff quickly does the same. I climb in the big, fluffy bed and Jeff snuggles next to me. He wraps his slender arms around me and I immediately drift off to sleep.


“Merry Christmas, gorgeous,” Jeff’s croaky, sultry morning voice rings in my ears like church bells. He kisses my forehead, his scruff brushing against my skin. I squint my eyes at the bright sun bouncing off the snow and flooding our suite.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I curl up closer to his warm body. I close my eyes and bury my face in his chest, “Has anyone told you that you look like Santa Claus with your beard?” I laugh and kiss his collarbones.

“Every damn day on social media,” Jeff chuckles. He moans softly at my touch. I stop and hold out my left hand, my vintage gold band shimmering in the light.

“Just had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I smile.

“You ain’t dreamin’, sweet girl. You’re going to be my wife,” Jeff kisses me and strokes my hair. He climbs on top of me, our naked bodies still cloaked in the beige comforter. He buries his face in my neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

“Daddy,” I whimper.

“Yeah, baby?” I hold his face in my hands.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you. You sure are pretty. What do you say we have a little fun before going back to Mom and Dad’s?”

“I would want nothing more,” I reply as Jeff pulls the blanket over his head and begins kissing down my body. I giggle with delight as his beard tickles me. Best. Christmas. Ever.

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Jeff wasn’t really listening to the reporters question as they continued asking Norman about his latests “Ride with Norman Reedus” series, so he looked around through the audience - Spotting all the cute little girls with his face on shirts, holding up little signs with “I Love You Jeff” that made him chuckle a little. 

His gaze wandered around as his eyes caught you in the crowd, not being able to avert his eyes off you, he removed his glasses hoping to reveal you had been just some kind of Fata Morgana…. But there you stood, with your sweet lovable smile on the lips he remembered from his last Comic-Con.

Jeff remembered every second of the Photoshoot you had been doing together at the last Comic-Con. The way you smelled, the way your hair softly curled around your face, the way you looked at him with your amazing y/e/c eyes and the way you hugged him so tightly, he was sure you wanted him to break.

As the Interview was finally over, he jumped off his chair, only one desire in his mind: YOU!

At a smart pace, he reached you and immediately dragged you into one of the storage rooms. The next thing you felt was the wall behind your back and Jeffrey’s dimple framed smile right in front of you.

“Hello Babygirl!” he chuckled, his fingertips brushing over your jawline as he leaned forward, his salt ‘n pepper beard tickling over the skin of your face.

“I’ve missed you!” he whispered against your gaping lips with a mischievous smile that almost caught your breath. 

But it wasn’t his mischievous smile that caught your breath, it was the next moment: His lips crushing down on yours in a deeply hungry kiss that made your knees go weak.

After a few long seconds, he pulled away from your lips and grabbed your hand to write something on your palm:

It was his Hotel room number. 

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Your needy little whimpers were music to Negan’s ears. 

There was nothing better than coming back to The Sanctuary and you were already waiting on your knees, whimpering and begging to please your Daddy after all the shit he had to put up with Rick the Prick and his Bullshitting.

Negan looked with a shit eating grin down to you, his cock rock-hard since he took off from Alexandria, knowing you’d be waiting for him with cute as shit lingerie and mouth already agape, only wanting one thing from him: Taking what’s his. 

You couldn’t avert your eyes off the clearly prominent bulge in his trousers, making your mouth water in full anticipation. 

“Daddy’s Home, Babygirl!” He grinned widely and swayed a little in his movements as you opened his trousers with agile fingers, not wanting to waste any more seconds without his huge cock in your mouth.

The second you had opened his zipper and freed his raging cock, he pulled you by the hair and pushed you right onto his wanton length, causing a deep baritone leaving his throat.

“Hot Diggity Dog - Look at you! Taking all of Daddy’s fucking huge cock like a champ!” He cheered and pushed you even deeper down his rigid member.

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“Fucking Fuckitiy Fuck! Babygirl, you look hot as hell in my shirt but what lays beneath that shirt makes my dick even harder right now!”

With one tight grip, he pulled you closer and placed your needy core right above his already prominent bulge.

“But, Babygirl…” he whispered against your gaping lips.

“I think you need a reminder of who’s in fucking charge!” he gently pecked your lower lip between his teeth.

“You’re not the one demanding shit from me, Princess.”

He growled and pushed his crotch against your already drenched panties to clarify who’s in fucking charge.  

“I’m gonna need you on your knees, now!”

You immediately obeyed, sliding down his lap and positioned yourself between his already spread legs. Your eyes glued on the huge tent in his trousers, still hiding the one carnality you desire the most in this moment. With agile fingers, you opened the zip and freed his throbbing girthy cock, his tip glistening in a deep red and his already leaking pre-cum instinctively caused you to drool.

“Fuck yes, Babygirl. You look so hot with all your lingerie and shit. Bet you’d even look hotter with my cock in your sweet mouth!”

Within the split of a second you had your lips wrapped around his girthy cock, not taking anytime to adjust to his length, you started bobbing your head up and down immediately. His deep growls and moans only encouraged you to sped up your movements, hollowing your cheeks to stimulate him even more.

“Daddy thinks you earned a reward now.”

He gently pulled you off his pulsing erection and had you thrown onto his king-sized bed.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now!”

“Daddy’s gonna make sure, he’s the only thing you can think about in the future!”

“Every second, every minute, every hour of your life you’ll be thinking about me!”

“Do you fucking understand that, Babygirl?!”

You weren’t even able to answer him as he impaled you with his huge cock in one harsh movement. He wasn’t careful, no gentle kisses or touches – only him proving his dominance over you!

A/N: Damn. I just realised this was a request for Jeff not Negan 😂 I’m sorry! Jdm would never be that rough, but yeah… I’m gonna write another one with Jeff for you sweet Anon! 💕

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„Oh, Babygirl! How could I ever forget you with these curves?“ he smirked and immediately pulled you towards him before he pushed you against the next wall. His groin rubbing against your backside as he started to kiss your neck, his rough fingertips lifting up the hem of your silky black dress.

“You know, you won’t leave…Hell you’re not able to leave. You’d miss my cock the minute you left!” he chuckled deeply against your ear before his fingertip found your sensitive bud and starting to circle it immediately.

“Only Daddy can make you feel this good!”

“Only Daddy’s cock can make you scream!”

“Only Daddy’s cock causes you to blackout!”

Negan whispered in your ear, gently nibbling on your sensitive earlobe as he sped up his movements around your sensitive bud, turning you into a needy whimpering and moaning mess.

You knew, you could never leave him!

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adam’s apple


his damn fucking sexy neck


I want to thank God for giving us such a beautiful masterpiece of a man.

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Originally posted by angel-e-v-a

Summary: The reader is having a hard time handling the events that take place after Negan escaped Alexandria. After making a discovery, she realizes that she needs to find Negan so their family can be together because they need him more than ever. 

Characters: Reader, Negan, Ethan, Logan, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, talk of miscarriage, actions people might consider abusive, etc.


Notes: This chapter talks about miscarriages and I know that can be hard for some to read. Negan in this chapter is very aggressive too and I feel like that’s something that people need to know.

If there are any huge grammatical errors, I apologize. I’ve been having a hard time going back and forth between third and second person. I’ve decided to stop writing second person so this is the only story I’m still keeping second and I know I’ve made some mistakes in doing that. Thank you for anyone that still reads this.

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Grey’s Anatomy: Season 2, Episode 13 - Begin the Begin

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