Till nodded slowly. He can never tell anyone where he was, who he was with, or what he learned. He can never tell anyone that he met the man who defeated Lucifer, that he tended to his wounds and bathed him. He can never tell anyone that he had traveled to a broken house, surrounded by broken cars, inhabited by broken men. Men who saved the world, who saved everybody, yet had torn clothes, and slept in basements, and had learned to doctor themselves because no one else would. Till could not tell anyone that he had done everything he could to help them, yet it was not enough, not nearly as much as they deserved.
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i... wow!!