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Raleigh opens his mouth to answer but the scene to his left is swirling towards the finish line.

He wants to yell that Sam is wrong. That these people, these relationships, are one of a kind. That knowing and cherishing them is the reason to live. He burns with anger for the death of his friend. He carries the sorrow of loss and feels it so acutely in every breath that it almost feels like needles on inhale.

Inhale sharp, stinging nettles.

Exhale fire and wrath.

Instead there's only the sound of metal screaming as it's torn by a monster. The scream of claxons. Finally he turns and looks, lurching towards it as if pulled by an invisible rope around his heart. A bond. The Drift. Blues and ambers offset by darkness and white armor slicked with red.

RALEIGH, LISTEN TO ME-

And then he wakes. Like clockwork. Heaving for breath with sweat at his temples in a nice, warm bed with a nice, warm body curled against his side. Chuck murmurs something in his sleep and throws his arm over Raleigh's waist the way he does most nights. It's just routine now. Try to lull him back to sleep. It doesn't work but it's the thought that counts.

No, no the only thought he's got is that he needs to find Sam.

Find Sam Winchester and make him pay.