Lovers on Land or Sea by kirallie
Summary: AU. Wincest but unrelated. There are certian beings that just aren't hunted. When Bobby gets word of one being held in a 'museum' he asks Sam to take a look. He should have taken Sam's temper into account.
Categories: Non Buffy/Angel Stories > Supernatural Characters: None
Genres: Action/Adventure, AU, Romance
Warnings: Angst, Slash
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 4 Completed: No Word count: 5409 Read: 44037 Published: 2011.06.18 Updated: 2012.05.04
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

1. Chapter 1 by kirallie

2. Chapter 2 by kirallie

3. Chapter 3 by kirallie

4. Chapter 4 by kirallie

Chapter 1 by kirallie
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural.
2People asked me about doing a merDean story so here it is.

Chapter 1

Sam walked into the building, fighting not to show his disgust. He hunted to protect the innocent, hunters like this sickened him. Turning their kills into trophesy and displaying them…..made them little better than the beings they hunted. Bobby had gotten word of Trent doing something even worse and had asked Sam to look into it since he was closer. He walked up to the internal door and knocked, staring at the panel as it opened briefly and then the door swung open.

“Sam Winchester, wow. It’s an honour! Meeting one of the two to take out Azazel……did you take a trophy?” The man…Trent, Sam assumed, asked and Sam managed a strangled smile for him.

“Sorry but no. Was wondering if I could look around though.”

“Go right ahead.” Trent told him and Sam started looking around, taking in the vampire teeth, wendigo skulls, and other trophies while acting like he was enjoying himself. There wasn’t anything really shocking though.

“What the hell!” Sam blurted out and Trent joined him, smirking.

“I love that reaction. He’s my main exhibit.” The man stated proudly and all Sam could do was stare at the tank. The thing was about seven foot tall and maybe three feet wide and deep and filled with water. Floating inside, dead or unconscious, was a being Sam had heard described but never thought he’d see.

“A merman.” Sam whispered, stepping closer to the tank, close enough to see the bare chest rising and falling with slow breaths.

“He’s a beauty ain’t he? Caught him in a lake in Washington Stare, it was a bitch to get him back here alive but well worth the trouble.”

“And you just keep him like this? That’s barbaric!” Sam spat, staring at Trent who shrugged uncaringly.

“So, he’s just a creature. Besides it’s not like I starve him or anything. Got this mix from a guy I know, adds the nutrients straight to the water as well as a sedative. Not like he’s ever awake or anything.” Trent argued.
“What’s your problem? Not like I’m torturing it.”

“How about there’s never been a recorded death from a mer? If anything they save humans from drowning. Doubt they will if this gets around. People like you make me sick!” Sam spat, shoving Trent into a wall, seeing the fear in his eyes.

Dean could vaguely hear the sounds of humans talking outside his tank, not that he could understand them. He could recognise the voice of the one who had captured him though, the second sounded different from any other he’d heard… or something. But then it was mad and there was yelling. Dean fought to open his eyes but whatever was in his water was too strong, he had enough trouble staying even slightly aware. All he wanted was to go home.

Trent slumped to the floor, unconscious, and Sam moved back to the tank, putting his hand on the glass. The merman was incredible, all tanned muscle and sleek scales. His tale was a dark green/blue and it twitched every now and then, muscle spasms or the poor guy fighting to wake up? Short blonde hair moved slowly in the gentle, artificial current as his body floated limply. Sam moved around to study the tank and then yanked the tube that went to the tank of sedative/nutrient mix. The tank appeared made to be transported on the back of a truck so at least that wouldn’t be too hard but what were the odds he could make it to Washington before Trent got some friends together? He didn’t even know which lake the merman came from but he had to try. No being deserved the kind of life this one was living. Sam had seen a truck when he’d come in and sure enough he found it out in the warehouse proper, obviously there from when Trent had moved the merman in. He got in and backed it up to the loading doors and then went back inside to make sure Trent was still nice and secure. When he straightened up he saw groggy green eyes staring at him through the glass.

Dean struggled to focus, finally making out a blurry figure in front of the tank. The human looked big and Dean felt a flash of fear until he managed to focus on the man’s face. His eyes locked with calm, gentle hazel and he felt a brief surge of hope. He watched as the man placed his hand against the glass and smiled gently at him. His lips moved and Dean recognised the second voice from before. He slowly raised his own hand and rested it where the man’s hand was, pleading with his eyes for help.

“Can you understand me?” Sam called out gently and the merman tilted his head, obviously still groggy but he eventually nodded.
“My name’s Sam, I’m going to get you out of here. Just stay calm okay? Things are gonna get pretty loud.” Sam explained and the merman nodded again.
“That’s good. I’m going to try and get you back to your home. It’s gonna take a while thought, it’s not a short trip and there will probably be people after us at some point but I’m gonna look after you.” Sam told him and then began figuring out how to get the tank into the truck without disconnecting the oxygen; he didn’t want the merman to suffocate on the way. By the time he managed to load the tank Trent was coming round, struggling against the cuffs.

“You bastard!” Trent yelled when he saw what Sam was doing and Sam walked over to him, pulling his gun and aiming it at Trent’s head, making him stop struggling.

“Come after us and I will kill you, got that?” Sam demanded and Trent glared but nodded sullenly.
“Good. People like you make me sick, you’re not a hunter. You’re a monster.” Sam spat and then hit Trent in the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him back out. He then gagged him to be safe.

He finally figured out the machinery around the place and hooked it up to the tank, giving the poor worried looking merman a brief smile before turning it on to move the tank over to where the truck was waiting. He got the tank loaded and got up beside it, kneeling over the now laid down tank.

“Okay I’m going to be up front driving. You all right in there?” Sam asked and the merman nodded.
“You’re gonna be okay, I’m going to try to find your home for you.” Sam promised, smiling when the merman placed his hand against the glass. Sam matched the move and then got up.
“Sorry if the ride gets bumpy but I’m gonna try to stay off the main roads for safety.” Sam told him and then got into the cab and drove away. He kept off the main roads, taking back streets wherever possible. But eventually he had to stop and sleep so he got into the back of the trunk with the merman.
“We’ve stopped so I can get some sleep. We should be safe enough here. Wish we could communicate, I have no clue if you need anything.” Sam said and was relieved when the other male shook his head.
“Okay then.” Sam managed to make up a bed next to the tank, curling up to sleep.

Dean watched the human sleep, agreeing with the wish that they could communicate better. He wanted to ask him why he was helping him. Did he know about the law? Surely he wasn’t doing it out of the goodness of his heart, no human was that good. Despite the fact he’d been kept unconscious for who knew how long it wasn’t much longer before he found himself drifting off to sleep as well.

Chapter 2 by kirallie
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Glad people like this so far!

Chapter 2

Sam slammed on the breaks, feeling a flash of sympathy for the poor merman in the back as the truck skidded to a halt. He grabbed his gun and took aim at the pissed off men, knowing they were hunters.

“Can I help you?” Sam called out, keeping his gun out of sight for now.

“Get out of the truck kid and put your hands up.” One barked out and Sam just stared at him.


“We know you’re the one that beat Trent, you think you can just do that to another hunter?” He demanded and Sam glared.

“I did what I had to!” Sam yelled angrily. You want to start another fight? He was going after peaceful species, ones that will even help humans! We don’t do that.” Sam spat and was happy when one or two shifted nervously at that.

“A monster is a monster boy now come here.” The apparent leader snapped and Sam sighed but levelled his gun at him.

“No, let me past or I’ll run you over if I have to. You’re not hunters, your thugs and bigots. I don’t want to hurt you but I will if I have to.” Sam stated as coldly as he could. He had to save the merman in the truck. The ones that had looked uncomfortable before backed away a bit and Sam glanced at them, hiding a grin when they took off. That made things easier; five to one were way better odds. Sam kept his gun on the leader but made sure he could see the others as well, praying that his reflexes were better. He was younger, fitter than them so he should have the edge.

“You’d kill another hunter for a creature?” The man spat and Sam glared at him.

“You’re no hunter; people like you make me feel sick.” Sam spat back.
“Now leave.” The leader started to aim at him and Sam squeezed the trigger, his bullet hitting the man’s gun arm and sending him to the ground. He shifted his aim even as he began to ease off the break, the big truck starting to roll forward threateningly. That was enough for most of the rest and they bolted except for one who levelled his shotgun at Sam, Sam’s gun aimed at him in return.

Dean floated in his tank, body shivering in fear as he heard gunshots and angry shouts. When the truck started moving again he relaxed a bit, taking it to mean Sam had managed their escape. The truck moved for what felt like forever and then stopped. Dean pressed himself against the glass as he heard noise and then Sam was there but something was wrong. Sam looked at him and managed a smile even as he fell to the floor and then crawled closer. Dean began beating at the tank, knowing something was wrong. Sam’s hand came up to the tank and Dean’s eyes widened in horror at the blood on Sam’s hand. Dean thrashed against the glass wanting to help him somehow even if being out of the water too long would kill him.

“Hey, calm down. I’ll be okay.” Sam whispered, pulling himself over to a bag and beginning to pull things out. Dean watched in horror as Sam put an instrument to his side and began digging something out. He cried out as Sam whimpered and Sam looked up at him.
“I’m okay, I’m okay.” Sam murmured but Dean didn’t believe him. He moved his hands to the top of the tank and started pushing and Sam’s eyes went wide.
“No! Don’t, we’re too far from water, you’ll die.” Sam called out and Dean looked at him and then he started rocking against the tank as if……Sam staggered up and over to the tank. It took a bit of fiddling with the controls but then the tank was upright and Sam sank to the ground. Dean shoved up again and the lid popped off. He pulled himself up and over the edge, falling beside Sam.
“No.” Sam whispered and Dean dragged himself to his side, pushing Sam’s clothes aside to get to the wound.

Dean stared at the blood and then lowered his face to it, making Sam tense. He looked up at the hunter and then raised a hand to gently stroke Sam’s face. He then lowered his lips to the wound, breathing over it carefully. Sam gasped and then moaned and Dean smiled as the wound sealed over. Sam stared in shock and then looked at Dean. Dean smiled and took Sam’s hand and Sam laughed, a few tears falling from his eyes.

“Thank you, thank you!” Sam told him, squeezing his hand gently.
“What’s your name?” Sam asked and Dean put a hand to his throat, shaking his head.
“You can’t talk?” Sam asked and Dean nodded before swallowing and trying to take a deep breath.
“Oh shit. Hang on, it’s gonna be okay.” Sam told him, scrambling upright; Sam got his arms around Dean’s waist and pulled him up, Dean helping by reaching up to grab the top of the tank. With a bit of work Dean was safely back in the water and Sam smiled at him.
“Thank you. We need to get moving again. You okay?” Sam asked and Dean nodded.

Sam waited impatiently for the phone to be answered, his fingers tapping at the steering wheel as he drove.


“Hey Bobby.” Sam answered.

“Sam? What the hell have you gotten yourself into boy? They’re saying you attacked and beat a hunter!”

“Yeah well Trent’s a little bastard who deserved everything he got Bobby. He was keeping a merman sedated and in a tiny tank. He said it didn’t matter, that he was just another monster.” Sam spat and Bobby sighed.

“You okay?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah, I am now. I…..some hunters found us, I got shot. I went into the back to try and patch myself up and he freaked, kept trying to get out of the tank but it was lying down, it would have drained. So I managed to get it upright and collapsed. He……….he just pulled himself out despite not really being able to breath. Bobby……he…….he healed me.” Sam whispered and Bobby blinked in shock. Sure he’d heard of merpeople saving people from drowning but healing someone?


“Maybe because I got him out? Without me he’d be stuck here for who knows how long. I don’t know, he looked……sad?” Sam offered and Bobby sighed.

“Tell me you at least know where you’re going?”

“I know what state but so did Trent. How many lakes are there in Washington State that could support at least one mer? Sam asked.

“Damn it boy. When you get there find a map, maybe he can narrow it down by pointing out the right shape.” Bobby offered and Sam nodded.


“No problem, I’ll spread the word about what really happened, try to get some of the digits off your back but I can’t promise a lot of them will listen.”

“Because it’s me. I get it Bobby, just do what you can.” Sam hung up and closed his eyes before going back to driving.

Chapter 3 by kirallie
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 3

Sam parked the truck and got down, scrambling up into the back and smiling at the merman who gave him a small smile in return. Sam knew the merman didn’t really trust him but also knew Sam was his only chance to get home, that was why he’d healed Sam. Sam sat beside the tank as he dug out some food, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the half stale sandwich but ate it, feeling the merman watching him. “Are you hungry?” Sam asked and the merman nodded. “I have no clue what you eat.” Sam admitted.

Dean watched the human eat, feeling rather hungry but he had no way to tell Sam what he ate. He hated the tank, hated being stuck but at least he wasn’t unconscious anymore and Sam would take time to talk to him, tell him what was going on. He couldn’t help but like the human even though he didn’t trust him fully. He watched as Sam finished his food and then stretched out before getting up.

“We’re only a few hours from Washington. When we get there I’ll buy a map and we can try to find your home.” Sam told him, putting his hand to the tank and Dean copied him. Then Sam jumped down and the truck started up.

Dean dosed for a while but opened his eyes when it stopped again but Sam failed to appear and he started to get nervous. He was really starting to worry when Sam pulled himself up into the truck, a bag over his arm. Sam looked at him, his eyes went wide and he rushed to the tank.

“It’s alright, I’m here. I’m sorry, I didn’t think.” Sam babbled and Dean relaxed, putting his hand against the tank and Sam copied him. “I was getting a map and supplies, I’m sorry.” Sam assured him as he sat down in front of the tank. He pulled out the map and spread it out so Dean could see. “Okay so this is of Washington, the blue shapes are lakes, can you nod when I point to one that looks the same shape as your home?” Sam asked and Dean nodded hesitantly. He wasn’t sure it would work, there were so many and he knew his home but it was different to looking at a blue shape. But he had to try.

Sam dropped his head down to rest on the steering wheel in frustration. Dean had managed to give him an approximate shape of his lake and they had checked three so far with no luck. He’d known it wouldn’t be easy but seeing the merman’s disappointment every time made it worse. He wanted to find his home for him, what if he had a family waiting for him? Sam sighed and sat up, starting the truck again, they still had several lakes on the map that were of similar shapes and if none of those were it then they’d just have to find every lake in the state.

Dean floated in the tank, staring sadly at nothing. He wanted to be home, he missed be able to swim around and he was starving. They’d been to several lakes so far but none of them were his home.

Sam climbed into the back of the truck and smiled at the merman who smiled sadly back. “Hey, we still have a lot more lakes to look at, we’ll find it.” Sam promised, touching the tank. The merman copied him and his smile widened a little in response to Sam’s actions and words. Sam sat beside the tank and ate his dinner before curling up in the next of blankets he’d made up. “See you in the morning.” Sam whispered and the merman nodded.

Dean watched Sam sleep for a while; he looked so young and peaceful. Dean still didn’t know why Sam was attempting to help him but he’d take the help as long as it lasted. He just hoped he was wrong about what he thought Sam’s motives were. Dean tensed when Sam whimpered in his sleep, beginning to toss and turn. Sam usually slept soundly and deeply so what was wrong? When Sam began really thrashing Dean pounded on his tank, trying to wake him up. He relaxed as Sam shot into a sitting position, eyes wide and panting for air. Dean hit the tank one last time to get Sam’s attention and the hunter jumped, staring at him with fear before slowly calming. Sam staggered up and over to the tank, sitting beside it. Dean got as low as he could in the tank, staring in concern and Sam managed a shaky smile.

“Thanks.” Sam whispered and Dean nodded. He raised an eyebrow in question and Sam nodded. “I’m okay.” Sam told him, leaning his head against the tank tiredly.

Sam wasn’t okay, not by a long shot. Actually he was terrified. He knew a vision when he had one and that had not been a nightmare. He hadn’t had a vision since…...since Azazel had died so why now? And what he’d seen……….Sam shivered slightly and the merman stared at him in concern. “I’m not gonna get anymore sleep tonight, might as well get back on the road.” Sam told him, getting up and stretching.

Dean watched him go in concern, something was wrong.

Sam stopped the truck and frowned, he could have sworn he heard something…………..the banging came again and Sam jumped down, running around to the back to see the merman bashing at his tank. “Hey! Whoa calm down! What’s wrong?” Sam asked as he scrambled up.

Dean kept slamming into the tank, he could feel it!! He was home! When Sam climbed up he smiled happily but Sam didn’t seem to know why. It was so frustrating not being able to communicate!

“Is something wrong?” Sam asked and Dean shook his head. “Okay so……..damn it. This is not easy.” Sam mumbled and Dean grinned, pointing out of the truck, trying to get across what he was happy about. Sam frowned but then it slowly dawned on him. “We’re there?” Sam asked and Dean nodded enthusiastically. He was puzzled when Sam frowned. “There’s nothing on the map…….I’m gonna have to look around to find it so I’ll be gone for a while. We’re in the middle of nowhere so you should be okay.” Sam told him and Dean nodded, eager for Sam to find his home.

Sam smiled at him and then gathered a few things into a backpack, including weapons. He figured the odds were good the lake was being watched; Trent probably still had some friends willing to help him after all. Sam grinned at him and then got out of the truck and headed off into the woods. Finding the thing was going to be hard, it had to be close but it could literally be in any direction so Sam headed uphill first while he was nice and energetic.

Four hours and several trips back to the truck to reassure the merman Sam stumbled across an expanse of clear blue water and stared in awe. It was beautiful! Sam smiled in awe but then retreated to the trees, moving to scout the area for any hunters. When he saw Trent he sighed, he’d given the other man as many chances as he was getting. Sam took aim and pulled the trigger.

Dean stared as Sam jumped back into the truck. Sam grinned and Dean knew, he’d found his lake. Sam walked over to his tank, still grinning and Dean grinned back. “Guess it’s obvious huh? Yeah, I found a lake. It’s incredible! If that’s your home…….there is a small problem though.” Sam told him and Dean frowned, tilting his head. Sam sighed and sat beside his tank like normal. “There’s no road leading there and no way to get the truck through. Don’t suppose you know how they got you out of there in the first place?” Sam asked and Dean shook his head before closing his eyes to try and explain. “You were unconscious?” Sam asked and Dean nodded. “I can try carrying you, though you’re not light and…..I’m not sure you can be out of the water that long.” Sam admitted and Dean sagged, so close yet so far. “Hey, we’ll figure this out, don’t give up.” Sam whispered and Dean stared at him before nodding.

Sam stared at the truck’s ceiling, lost in thought and unable to sleep. The lake was all of a quarter of a mile away and there was no feasible way to get the merman there, not alive anyway. But there had to be some way to do it. How had Trent taken him in the first place? He must have had help; several people carrying could have gotten the guy to the tank quick enough. He could feel eyes on him and knew the merman was watching him but it was actually comforting, not creepy or anything. He looked over at the tank and smiled, obviously surprising the merman who then smiled back.

Dean had thought Sam was asleep but obviously he’d been wrong. He’d thought Sam would be mad he was watching but the hunter had just smiled at him. Sam had to the oddest hunter and a very weird human.

Chapter 4 by kirallie
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter 6

Dean smiled when he saw Sam sprawled on the lake shore. Sam had been there every day when Dean emerged from the water and Dean found himself really enjoying not being alone. Sam looked up and grinned at him and Dean couldn’t help grinning back as he joined the human on the ground, lying so that they were almost touching. Sam began talking about nothing in particular and Dean listened intently, learning more English from the hunter. Dean especially liked it when it got too late for Sam to go back to town and he spent the night in the cave. When Sam was fast asleep Dean would join him, watching him sleep or curiously touching him without waking him. He knew it was probably wrong to do but he couldn’t help it, Sam fascinated him in a way no human he’d seen before had.

Dean was finding himself drawn more and more to the strange hunter and it scare him but it also felt so good to not be alone, to be able to talk to someone without having to worry they’d learn what he was. The longer Sam was around the more Dean wanted him to stay, to let him know everything there was to know about his kind in the hope that Sam could accept and agree to what Dean was starting to want. But Sam was a hunter, even if he understood why would he want it?

“Hey, you okay?” A soft voice called and Dean blinked as Sam rolled to his side to look at him. “What is it?” Sam asked in growing concern and Dean reached out to touch his arm. Sam stayed still, watching him, as cool fingers traced over his warm skin. Dean was shocked that Sam wasn’t pulling away but he kept touching the muscular arm, fascinated by the way the small hairs moved under his fingers. Dean glanced up at Sam who just smiled at him and then moved. Dean tensed, worried he’d upset his friend but Sam just yanked his shirt off and lay down to soak up the sun. “I don’t mind Dean.” Sam told him and Dean slowly lowered his hand to Sam’s chest. Sam lay still, fighting slight shivers as cool hands wandered over his bared skin. Sam slowly raised his own hand to touch Dean’s arm, finding the skin to be cool and hairless. “Your skin is cool….are you cold?” Sam asked and Dean shook his head.

“Always this temperature.” He whispered, still exploring the warm skin until he came to a scar. Sam moved slightly and Dean froze, afraid he’d hurt him.

“It’s ticklish, not painful.” Sam assured him.

“It’s different.”

“A scar, vampire got too close in a fight.”

Dean studied the section of white, harder skin. “A scar.”

“Open wounds heal and toughen the skin, leaving a mark.” Sam explained. “Don’t you have any scars?”

“No.” Dean answered and then took off his own shirt to let Sam see; sure enough his skin was flawless. Sam’s hand hovered over the skin and Dean nodded, letting Sam touch him in return, forcing himself to remain relaxed until his body adjusted to being touched. Sam was so warm, his hands calloused but gentle.

“You’re not used to being touched.” Sam whispered, sensing how Dean had forced himself to stay relaxed and Dean shrugged. “Guess that makes sense since you live alone and don’t go into town much.” Dean closed his eyes as Sam kept touching him, enjoying the feel of someone touching him without trying to hurt him. He shifted slightly moving closer to Sam and then he found an arm wrapping around him, gently holding him and his eyes flew open. Sam was watching him and Dean sighed, letting his eyes fall closed again as he relaxed against the human. He turned his head towards Sam, nestling against his shoulder and inhaling his unique scent, there was something……..sulphur? Dean tensed; he knew what that scent meant but Sam? Sam sat up and Dean opened his eyes, suddenly wary and scared. Even here he would be hard pressed to win against a demon, especially one wearing a hunter. “Dean? What’s wrong?” Dean pulled away, scrambling back and Sam held his hands up. “Dean?” He sounded so worried, so sincere but Dean knew that scent.

“Demon.” He spat and Sam went white, shaking his head in denial but Dean knew what he’d smelt.

“Dean no, I’m not.” Sam whispered, moving to hug himself and Dean hesitated half way back to the water, he wasn’t acting very demonish.

“Know that scent.” Dean snapped and Sam frowned.

“Scent?” He asked in confusion and then closed his eyes. Dean tensed waiting to see what colour they would flash but when they opened again they were still the same colour as always. “You can smell...Dean I swear I am not a demon, I’m Sam Winchester, hunter and……..” Sam took a shaky breath and then stared at him. “One of the demon Azazel’s ‘psychic kids’. He killed my Mom when I was a bay and……and bled into my mouth. That’s what you smell, his blood in me.” Sam stared at the ground then, huddled forlornly and Dean stared at him. Sam wasn’t a demon? This hadn’t all been an elaborate trap or game?

Dean slowly moved closer to Sam again. Not a demon? He sniffed at Sam who stayed huddle, smelling sulphur, gun powder and something else, fresh cut grass and the sea. The sulphur scent was definitely there but far weaker than the other scents, no wonder he hadn’t picked it up before. It was far too weak for a demon. Dean hesitantly reached out to touch Sam’s hair and felt Sam tense and shudder, a soft noise coming from the hunter. Dean reached out and carefully tugged Sam into his arms, trilling softly to the distraught male and Sam slowly relaxed in his arms, slumping in his hold. Dean nuzzled at him, trilling continuously as he got up; carrying the taller human to the cave to settle him on the sleeping bag Sam had put in it. Sam whimpered when Dean tried to let go so he lay down and curled around him and Sam clung to him even as he fell asleep. Dean watched him sleep, gently licking the trails of salt water from his cheeks. He wouldn’t; couldn’t; force Sam to stay with him but he would do everything he could to make Sam want to, Sam was his human now, demon blood or not. He didn’t want Sam to ever leave; it was as dangerous out there for Sam with his mixed blood as it was for Dean. Sam would be safer here with him.

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