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𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲: 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹 — Buffy leaves Dean voicemails for the four months he was in Hell.
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[This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message. If you're calling about 11-2-83, please page me with your coordinates.]
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“I know this is a little dumb. Me calling you. Okay a lot dumb.” [Strangled laugh.] “I know you won’t hear any of this.. but… just in case… I know, the blonde runs deep, you don’t have to say it.”
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“Guess what? I killed a totally ego-riding vampire today. He thought he was the shit. You would have loved killing him.”
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“Why do all the fangs have to talk the big talk? They remind me of you.”
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“Hey, remember when we skipped class and spent the entire time drinking root beer floats and almost got busted?”
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“Vampires really have no appreciation for my pain-stakingly thought out puns. You would love them. I mean, you’d make fun of me first but I would know.”
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“I went to the beach today. I told you, we shouldn’t have left it.”
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“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
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“God, Dean Winchester, you have the worst taste in jewelry, you know that? [A whisper.] “I haven’t taken it off since I got it in the mail. I think I memorized every word on that note. If only I was that good at memorizing for tests.” [Small, aching laugh and a sniffle.]
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“I wish I had gotten Sam’s number...”
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“I’m forgetting what your voice sounds like and I don’t want to. I spent years trying to forget and now I’m trying anything to not forget..”
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“I’d give anything for you to call me shrimp right now. I wouldn’t even get mad. Slayer’s promise.”
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“Why did you have to come back? Why did you have to remind me what it was like to make me feel like you always did? I was crazy about you, Dean. Not just the stupid little kid crush crazy, either. I’ve never felt that way... and the day you left? I was going to tell you. I had an entire speech planned in my head and had been practicing all day. I had even told my mom about you…” [Voice cracking, laden with emotion.]
“But you never came, and I understand it now but you had to come back and make me remember?! How was that fair?” [Eyes stinging, swallowing over sandpaper.]
“I never stood a chance against you. Not then. Not now. I tried so hard to hate you. So hard. But... you looked at me and I.. forgot my name and it’s a dumb name anyways and hard to forget and now I’ll never forget it because I... because. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so—”
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