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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Wincest_-_Freeform, Weecest, Insest, Underage_-_Freeform, Daddy!Kink,
      Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, I_think_I_need_to_shower_now, Spanking
  Series:
      Part 3 of Risque_Rhymes
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-13 Updated: 2015-08-25 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4758
****** Sam I Am ******
by sexylibrarian12
Summary
     Sam figures out what he wants and goes for it. Dean is more than
     willing to help out.
Notes
     Dedicated to the absolutely wonderful MothMeetsFlame who is the
     undisputed King of DirtyBadWrong and inspires such filth in me! <3
     (And thank you, dear, for the title!)
***** Chapter 1 *****
When Sam was really little he used to make Dean read to him for hours. They’d
go to the nearest library and plant themselves in a corner of the kids’
section, not leaving until the building closed or hunger took over - whichever
came first.
These were the best times, everything was peaceful and the brothers could be
together without having to worry or fear. Amongst Sam’s favorite books were
anything by Dr. Seuss, especially Green Eggs and Ham for obvious reasons. Sam
would sit on Dean’s lap and squirm with delight when Dean got to an exciting or
particularly funny part. Dean would laugh and poke him in the ribs until they
were shaking with repressed giggles.
 
By the time Sam was 8 he was too big to sit directly on Dean’s lap anymore, so
he settled for nestling down with Dean’s legs on either side of his. This way
he could lean back and rest his head on Dean’s shoulder when he got sleepy, for
now they read longer books, ones without many illustrations, and Dean’s soft
calm voice would lull him into a half-wakeful state where he would lucid dream
about sword fighting on lion-back and gunning down enemy planes in a dog-fight
with actual dogs as pilots.
It was around this time that Dean started feeling uncomfortable having Sam so
close, especially in public, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. He
carefully suggested that they sit side-by-side instead, maybe on a couch or in
bean bags, but Sam didn’t seem bothered so Dean was relieved.
 
At 10 Sam was a voracious reader. He was left on his own more now, dad wanting
Dean to start hunting and all, but he was never bored. If he wasn’t at the
library he was poking around the little towns they landed in. He would check
out convenience stores to see what kind of regional candy they had, find other
kids to play with at the playgrounds or skate parks, rummage around in cramped
over-filled thrift stores.
It was these junk shops he loved the most; they always had neat old clothing,
interesting looking gadgets, cheap books of which he bought stacks and stacks
at a dime each, and broken yet still useable action figures.
And, of course, there was porn.
Sam was what one might call an early bloomer. He’d discovered the staticy
Skinamax channels in the seedy hotels they stayed at and there was no going
back. He was fascinated by this new-found use for his penis and looked forward
to when Dean and dad would leave the house for the day. He’d grab the lube he
found stashed in Dean’s duffle, find the porn channel, and work himself to
climax in a matter of minutes.
Sam didn’t exactly get the attraction of fucking a girl, but he had this
niggling feeling that he would like to be the girl. He knew what being gay was,
and now he knew what sex was, and he could sort of put two and two together,
but he knew that somehow he didn’t really get it.
That is until he made The Discovery.
One day when he was 12, in one of his beloved junk shops, he was digging
through a seemingly bottomless box of old, slightly smelly magazines hoping to
find a Playboy or a Penthouse when he came across what appeared to be a comic
book. It wasn’t like the comics he usually read - this one had a black and
white cover with a realistic illustration of a big burly man with tight jeans,
no shirt, and lots of body hair. He rested it atop the other magazines and
opened it randomly to somewhere in the middle. He gasped.
There, in the full-page illustration before his not-so-innocent eyes, was an
older man with his penis inside a younger man’s butt! Sam was frozen
momentarily, then snapped the magazine shut. He looked around quickly, cheeks
red and breath coming quicker than normal. There was no one in sight so he took
another peek, tentatively opening it back up. Page after page of different
types of men in various states of dress and sexual posture were slowly revealed
to Sam who stared wide eyed and open mouthed.
He had to have this, everything made sense now. But there was no possible way
he was bringing it up to the counter. He swiftly tucked it down the front of
his pants and up the front of his shirt and prayed it wouldn’t crackle when he
moved.
For good Karma he purchased a couple books, plus a plastic dinosaur he’d picked
up in a panicked haste. After paying for the items he walked steadily out of
the store and started down the sidewalk. He was grateful their hotel was so
close - the magazine seemed to burn into his flesh as he made his way to
safety.
Back in their room Sam took the extra precaution of locking himself in the
bathroom, even though he suspected he’d be alone well into the night. He sat on
the edge of the tub and began to flip through the magazine again, this time
with as much scrutiny as if he were going to be tested on it. The black and
white pages were thin and slightly yellowed and had the chalky feel of
newsprint. He was utterly taken by this new discovery and everything he’d been
feeling lately clicked into place.
The detailed drawings were accompanied by stories that contained all kinds of
different kinks (though he didn’t know that was the word for it), but the one
that left a hot lump in the pit of his stomach was about a Daddy and his Boy.
Sam could relate to the boy’s desire to be praised, comforted, and loved. The
Daddy loved his boy so much that he couldn’t stop talking about it and Sam was
getting excruciatingly hard from the dialogue alone.
This was exactly what he wanted - what he needed. And he knew exactly who he
wanted it from.
***** Chapter 2 *****
A few days later Sam was ready to put his plan into action. Dad was going on a
longer hunt and had left the boys at Bobby’s for a couple weeks. Bobby, in
turn, was leaving for two nights to fix up a friend’s car in the next state
over - something about owing a favor and the guy being a Grade A pain in the
ass.
The first night they were alone Dean was on the old, ratty couch watching TV
and working his way through an entire bag of chips. Sam chose one of his
favorite battered old paperbacks - didn’t matter which one, he wouldn’t be
paying attention to it anyway - and crept into the living room.
“Dean?”
“Yeah, Sammy?” Dean half looked up from the TV, mouth full of chips.
“Um… Do you think you could read to me?” Sam was using a quiet, higher than
normal voice. He was innocent enough not to know that this could go very badly,
but he was nervous nonetheless.
“What?” Dean turned his full attention to his brother now.
“Will you read to me, please?” Sam repeated a little louder.
“Oh, sure.” Dean replied. He was a little confused by the request, Sam hadn’t
asked to be read to in over a year now, but he clicked off the TV and set the
chips on the coffee table before patting the cushion next to himself.
Sam went and sat next to Dean, thrusting the book into his older brother’s
hands.
“This one? Haven’t you read it a million times?”
“I know, but I love it.” Sam snuggled into Dean’s side and looked up at him
with puppy dog eyes.
“Okay, whatever you want.” Dean smiled at him.
He couldn’t say no to that sweet face and didn’t want to. Dean wanted to give
Sam everything he could ever want. He’d finally realized what made him
uncomfortable about Sam sitting on his lap and he knew it was wrong, but that
didn’t stop him from feeling this way about his little brother.
As he reflected on this he realized Sam was talking to him.
“Can I?” Sam begged, hands clasped together in the classic gesture and unsure
tears beginning to collect at the bottom lid of his eyes.
“What was that, baby?” He hadn’t meant to let the endearment slip, but Sam
either didn’t notice or didn’t mind.
“Can I sit on your lap? Like I used to…” His eyes drifted to his own lap.
“Oh… well, I guess so, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to see the boo-oof!”
Sam didn’t even let Dean finish his sentence before he plopped himself down on
top if his brother.
“O-okay, this will work.” Dean chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Sam’s
waist. It felt so very good having his sweet baby brother this close and he
unconsciously nuzzled into Sam’s neck, lips softly brushing his skin. Sam
giggled and squirmed.
“Deeean!” he whined playfully.
“Sorry, Sammy.” Dean smiled. He lifted the book up high so he could see it over
Sam’s shoulder and began to read.
It wasn’t long before Sam started wiggling his little hips around subtly and
Dean broke into a nervous sweat. He was in serious danger of getting a hard on
and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he freaked Sam out. He slowly
spread his legs wide until Sam dropped between them onto the couch without
protest. Much better.
Dean continued to read, but Sam kept squirming. If Dean didn’t know any better
he’d think Sam was trying to grind against him.
“Hey, Sammy,” he cleared his throat, “do you have to pee?”
“N-no..”
“Well, you’re kinda… wiggly. Everything okay?”
“Um, I’ll be right back!” Sam jumped up and dashed upstairs quick as
lightening, leaving Dean sitting there a little stunned.
He returned less than a minute later with something hidden behind his back and
stood in front of Dean shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“Can I show you something?” he asked in a rush.
“Wull… yeah…” Dean replied uncertainly.
Sam sat back down next to him and laid a magazine in his lap. Dean just stared
at it for a minute, frozen in shock. He’d thought Sam might be too young to
know about sex in general, never mind something so hardcore.
“Sammy?” Dean’s voice cracked and he let the question hang in the air; he
wasn’t actually sure what he even wanted to say.
Sam replied with actions rather than words and opened the magazine to the story
about the Daddy and his boy. He laid it on Dean’s lap again and looked up at
his big brother anxiously.
“This is… this is what I want, Dean.” He let Dean scan over the story for a few
moments before he couldn’t take the silence and the strained look on Dean’s
face.
“Dean?”
“Do you want this from me?”
Sam nodded earnestly.
“You want me to be your daddy?”
“Yes, Dean.” Sam breathed and turned his body so he was facing his brother.
Dean turned to meet him with blown pupils making his eyes almost black. He
cupped Sam’s jaw and drew him in for a gentle kiss.
“You’ve always been my baby boy.”
They kissed again and silent tears fell from Sam’s eyes; Dean could taste the
salt on their lips. Sam was panting when he pulled away to scrub at his face.
“Will you do that to me, Dean?” Sam asked as he looked up at his brother
through wet lashes.
“Uh, I don’t know, baby… I think you might be too young to do something like…
that.” Dean’s brow was furrowed and his skin was beginning to heat
uncomfortably. Sam looked crushed.
“I-it’s not that I don’t want to!” Dean reassured. “It’s just - it doesn’t feel
right. Not yet, at least. But we can do other stuff in the meantime, okay?”
Sam brightened at this and nodded his head vigorously.
“What should we do?” he asked with a voice so innocent it made Dean feel
slightly uncomfortable how much it turned him on. He decided not to dwell on
it.
“Let’s go upstairs.” Dean suggested.
They ascended the stairs to their room, making sure to grab the magazine so it
wouldn’t be left out, and Dean shut the door behind them. He approached Sam as
he would a wild animal, afraid he’d spook the boy, but Sam rushed over and
threw his arms around Dean’s neck. Their lips crashed together and they toppled
over onto Sam’s bed in a tangle of limbs.
Sam put his warm hands on either side of Dean’s face and gazed into his eyes.
“I want you to make me feel good, Daddy.” he breathed.
And with that, Dean was lost. His pupils dilated and his mouth dropped open
slightly. His only response was to kiss Sam, deep and frantic. After a few
moments Dean started to slide his hands up underneath Sam’s T-shirt, causing
the boy to gasp when he reached stiff nipples. He broke the kiss and Sam let
out a soft little noise that tugged at Dean’s heart.
“Let’s get these clothes off.” Dean murmured as he sat up. Sam pulled his shirt
off in one smooth movement as Dean tugged at the waistband of his basketball
shorts. Dean hummed in pleased surprise when he realized Sam wasn’t wearing
anything under them; he sat back and admired his baby laid out before him like
a feast.
“Dean!” Sam whined after a few minutes, dark flush making it’s way all the way
from his hairline to halfway down his chest. “Why are you looking at me like
that? It’s embarrassing!”
Sam crossed his arms over his eyes, but Dean pushed them out of the way as he
leaned in to nuzzle at Sam’s neck.
“It’s just that you look so beautiful like this.” he murmured lowly into Sam’s
skin.
“Dean!” he breathed, arching up to get some friction against his prickling
skin.
Dean lightly trailed his broad palms down Sam’s torso and squeezed gently when
he reached slim, boney hips. He moved his head down lower, leaving wet kisses
in his wake, and Sam squirmed and gasped under him. He clenched his fists in
the bedclothes and bucked his hips involuntarily, smacking Dean in the face
with his little prick. Dean laughed and it made Sam relax a bit.
“Sorry…” he panted with a smile.
“Don’t worry, I love that it’s so eager.” Dean grinned.
Sam’s replying laugh was cut short when Dean wrapped a large hand around his
cock, completely enveloping it. Sam moaned and threw his head back.
“Daddy!” he cried. This was so much better than his own hand and he could feel
himself rushing to the edge of orgasm.
Dean stroked him slow and teasing, but it was more than enough for Sam’s
inexperienced body. Without warning Sam was suddenly cumming hard over his big
brother’s hand, crying out loud. Dean was grinning proudly at the mess Sam had
made.
Even though he was barely able to speak he reached up and pulled Dean in close.
“Let me touch you!” he breathed into Dean’s ear.
Dean chuckled and wiped his hand on Sam’s discarded shirt.
“Be patient, baby boy.” he admonished gently and Sam obediently let go.
“Yes, Daddy.” he whispered.
“Such a good boy.” Dean praised and ran his hand through Sam’s hair.
Sam grinned and wiggled deeper into the rumpled bedclothes. Dean stood and
slowly peeled off his own T-shirt, then started working on his jeans. Sam’s
eyes were glued to Dean, hands twitching impatiently as he longed to undo the
fly himself.
“C’mere…” Dean crooked a finger at Sam when his pants were open. Sam sat up and
scooted to the edge of the bed so he was sitting with his face at Dean’s crotch
level.
Dean pet Sammy’s hair once more before pulling his pants and boxers down,
revealing his thick length. Sam’s eyes widened - really all he had to go on
were the adult movies he watched and the occasional school locker room, so he
hadn’t know what to expect - Dean was huge as far as he was concerned. He began
to get nervous suddenly; how was he supposed to fit his mouth around all that?
After a moment, though, Dean’s hand was cupping his chin and reassuring him.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, baby.” Dean said softly.
“I do want to!” Sam blurted. His cheeks immediately reddened and he looked up
at Dean bashfully. Dean smiled broadly and bent down to kiss him.
“Will you help me, Daddy?” Sam asked plaintively, cheeks still rosy. Dean
groaned.
“Of course, baby boy.”
He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair once more and gently gripped it at the
back of his head. With his other hand he grasped the base of his cock and
guided Sam toward it. Sam’s mouth opened willingly and his eyes fluttered
closed when the sleek head slid over his tongue for the first time. Both boys
groaned at the shared sensation and Sam could taste the bitter precum dripping
from Dean’s eager member.
Dean pushed forward slowly and Sam’s lips spread wide to accommodate him. Sam
loved the feeling and pushed his face closer until he gagged. He pulled back
and giggled as he looked up at Dean, who had a concerned expression.
“Daddy’s so big.” Sam breathed and Dean nearly came right then.
Dean shoved back in, careful not to go too far, but not holding back the speed
of his thrusts. Sam clung to Dean’s thighs and breathed heavily through his
nose, just trying to relax and take it. After just a couple of minutes Dean
pulled Sam’s head back, tipped his sweet face up, and came all over him, thick
white liquid spattering his cheeks and lips.
Both boys were panting and staring at each other - they were afraid the other
would freak out or something, but once it was clear that wasn’t going to happen
Dean leaned down and kissed Sam soundly.
“Such a good boy for me, baby.” Dean murmured against Sam’s mouth. “Let’s get
cleaned up.”
Dean got a wet cloth and wiped Sam off, then himself. Then they both crawled
into bed, curled tightly against one another and drifted off to sleep.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Oh, did I add a spanking tag to this? Whoops...
Now that the dam had broken Sammy was desperate to get as much of Dean as
possible. Dean, however, was still having a bit of a crisis about the whole
situation. He was old enough to know that what they were doing was wrong on a
couple of levels and he should put a stop to it, at the very least until Sammy
was older, but his baby boy was so very good at persuading him to think
otherwise…
Their time alone together was relatively rare, but Sam took advantage almost
every time. There were stolen kisses in the back of the Impala late at night
when their father stopped to take a leak, quickie handjobs in diner bathrooms
while they were waiting for their food, and, much more rarely, nights alone in
motel rooms when they could take their time with each other and draw out their
pleasure.
About three weeks after their initial encounter a realization struck Dean that
had him scheming up a wonderfully dirty idea. He’d finally come around to Sam’s
way of thinking, the selfishness of youth winning out over social norms, and he
often found himself fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do with his
boy.
It was another two weeks before he could put his plan into action. John left
them in a motel room for the night with their favorite pizza and strict
instructions not to leave under any circumstances. He said he was going on a
stakeout, picked up a lead for a new case, but his father’s vague explanation
and the almost unheard of pizza generosity told Dean that his father was
visiting a ‘special friend’.
After they finished their dinner the boys stayed on the couch to watch whatever
looked good, Sam sprawled out with his head in Dean’s lap and Dean absently
petting his hair. Dean was starting to get nervous butterflies thinking about
saying the lines he’d rehearsed in his head over and over and his palms started
to sweat a little. Before he could talk himself out of it he shifted on his
seat and nudged Sammy into a sitting position.
“What?” Sam pouted.
“Hey, I was thinking… that magazine that you had - where did you get it?”
“Oh…” Sam blushed. “I-I found it at - at a junk shop.”
“Oh, okay. I was just curious.” Dean replied casually. He let the conversation
drop for a minute before continuing, letting Sam relax.
“Boy, I can’t believe you were brave enough to pay for that. Must’ve gotten a
strange look from the cashier.” He glanced over at his brother; even though
Sam’s eyes were glued to the TV Dean could see the blush return tenfold as he
swallowed nervously. Oh, this was going to be good…
“Y-yeah…” Sam stammered, but then something seemed to snap and he turned to
Dean, clutching his arm. “I mean, no! I was too scared so I took it, Dean!” he
confessed.
Sam looked stricken and Dean hastened to comfort him - he didn’t want to
torture the poor kid. He cupped Sammy’s jaw tenderly and it had the desired
calming effect.
“Hey, I’m not mad, baby.” Dean stroked his thumb over Sam’s cheekbone. “But you
know, that’s pretty bad, I really should punish you.”
Sam opened his mouth to protest, but seeing the hungry look on Dean’s face made
him suddenly understand. He let his head drop and looked back up at Dean
through the fringe of his shaggy hair.
“Yes, Daddy.” he whispered.
A shiver raced down Dean’s spine and Sammy preened internally at the effect
that simple phrase had on his big brother.
“Alright, on your feet, go stand next to the bed.” Dan commanded and Sam
complied unhesitatingly while Dean got up to follow. “Now strip - I think you
deserve a spanking for what you did. Do you agree?”
It was Sammy’s turn to shiver and he nodded as he started to tug his shirt off.
Dean sat on the bed and patiently waited for Sammy to finish. When Sam was
completely naked, standing in front of Dean with his hands folded demurely
across his lean stomach, Dean reached out and took one of his hands.
“C’mere, baby.” he murmured as he pulled Sammy close. “Before we start I want
to establish a safeword - do you know what that is?”
Sam nodded sheepishly.
“So you know that words like ‘no’ and ‘stop’ won’t work, right?”
Sam nodded again.
“Okay. Do you have an idea for a word?” Dean asked as he rubbed small circles
into the back of Sam’s hand. “Make sure it’s something you’ll really remember.’
“Um, yeah… chrome.” Sam replied and Dean seemed satisfied with the answer.
“Now, come sit on my lap.”
He guided Sam forward so he was straddling Dean’s thighs. Sam was confused
until Dean pushed him down under his arm so his head was in back of Dean. In
this position Sam was left with his legs splayed wide over Dean’s lap, ass
fully exposed to the chilly air and unable to see what was going on or even
move that much.
Sam realized that his half-hard little cock was brushing against the crotch of
Dean’s pants, the rough denim deliciously scratching against his bare skin. He
squirmed around a little bit and the contact made him groan quietly, seemingly
escaping Dean’s notice.
“Mmm, I can see everything like this, baby. So glad this mirror is right here.”
Sammy could hear the smirk in Dean’s voice and he flushed red with
embarrassment; it hadn’t registered with him, but he suddenly remembered the
full length mirror on the wall and could almost picture the lewd scene he made
like this.
Dean smoothed his hands along Sammy’s cheeks and his cock twitched as he saw
Sammy’s little pucker clench at the touch. He took a moment to savor the sight
of his baby brother trapped like this, his skin pale, hairless, beautiful; Dean
couldn’t wait to mark it up.
“Now be a good boy and take your punishment without protest and I’ll give you a
reward after. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” Sammy squeaked nervously.
“You’ll get twenty swats, then you’ll get your reward.”
Sammy nodded in agreement, but let out a loud gasp as the first smack came
unexpectedly. He managed to keep quiet during the next two, but gave in to a
strangled moan on the fourth. It hurt, bad, but he was blown away by how much
he liked it and how hard he was now. He bucked away from another blow and his
prick ground hard into Dean; Sam moaned at the dual sensations of pain and
pleasure and Dean smiled in satisfaction.
“Damn, baby, look so good with your ass all red.” He landed another blow lower,
almost on Sam’s thigh, and chuckled at the whine that earned him. “How’re you
doing? Tell me, baby.”
“I-I’m okay.” Sam panted and yelped when Dean smacked him again.
“You sure?” The tiniest amount of concern crept into Dean’s voice. “You
remember your safeword?”
“Yes, Daddy, I remember.” Dean’s hand connected once more and Sam cried out. “I
like it!”
“What’s that?” Confidence returned to Dean’s tone and his grin was nothing
short of feral.
“I like you spanking me!” Another smack that sent Sam’s hips bucking into Dean.
“Oh, I love it, Daddy!”
Dean couldn’t take it anymore; his hand flew over Sammy’s small backside as he
dealt the remaining blows. Sam writhed and screamed, a string of
DaddyDaddypleaseDaddy falling from his lips. The last smack landed directly in
the middle of Sam’s left cheek and Dean left his hand pressed firmly against
the flesh, enjoying the heat and how Sammy quivered.
“Hhnnn!” Sammy groaned. He let out a hitched sob as he buried his face in the
bedspread.
Dean leaned awkwardly down and kissed Sammy’s enflamed bottom. He reached down
to the side to fish under the bed for the bottle of lotion he’d stashed there
earlier and began to sooth it over his baby boy’s buttocks. Sam sighed in
relief, breath still hitching a bit as the adrenaline slowly ebbed from his
veins.
“Did so good, baby.” Dean cooed as he gently massaged Sam’s cheeks. “Look so
pretty like this… skin so red, perfect little cock so hard… You wanna cum,
baby?”
Sammy nodded frantically and ground his hips toward Dean’s now rock hard
length.
“Yes, yes, please, Daddy! Please, Daddy!” His words slurred together with
arousal and his hands clenched into fists as he struggled to stay still on
Dean’s lap.
“Okay, baby, it’s okay.” Dean soothed. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
Dean squirted some more lotion onto his hand and spread a thick layer across
both of Sammy’s cheeks. He began to work his fingertips in circles, inching
closer and closer to the middle, until he was rubbing steadily over Sammy’s
little hole. Sam gasped and his back arched, breath releasing in a pleased
sigh.
“Feel good, baby? Skin’s so smooth, feels amazing…” Dean muttered, “Want to rub
your cock against Daddy?”
Sam nodded and let out a chocked sound of agreement. His slim hips started to
thrust forward and the feeling of the denim on his sensitive head was almost
enough to push him over the edge. Dean continued to rub against his little
virgin hole until Sammy was writhing, voice wrecked with how close he was.
At that moment Dean slipped the tip of his index finger inside Sam, who gasped
and stiffened. Sammy spilled all over the crotch of Dean’s pants with a shout
and Dean could see his release dripping down between his legs in the mirror and
he couldn’t hold back; suddenly Dean was cumming in his jeans with a grunt.
Sammy lay panting for a minute before Dean helped him roll onto the bed,
careful not to put pressure on his sore behind. They kissed lazily for a while,
Sammy whispering Thank you, Daddy into Dean’s mouth.
Dean cleaned Sammy up, helped him into a pair of boxers, and tucked him into
bed with quiet words of praise. When Dean came back from taking a quick shower
and changing into sweatpants his sweet Sammy was sound asleep.
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