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Dean clung to Susan as soon as she came into reach, taking comfort from the warmth of her body which helped his own trembling somewhat. With her help he could make it to his feet and stand for long enough to have her apparate them to her home.

He lay on the bed without protest, curling up again, tears falling a little slower. "He was gone," he said, curling an arm around Susan. "He was gone, Susie. And I couldn't find him." He shook slightly still, even though the smell of the candles was beginning to penetrate.

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