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Hunting Humanity IX	By : greenwizard11 Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Liam walked into the library carrying a plate with an omelet and a fork. He sat at the table beside Sam who was doing some research on his laptop. “Can I ask you something?” Sam looked up at him.

“That’s kind of a dumb question you should know the answer to by now,” Liam answered, giving his friend a funny look.

“Right,” Sam took a deep breath. “I… How often did Jason visit his kids?”

Liam put down his fork. “I see where this is going. He tried to visit them once a month at least. It didn’t always happen. Of course, this was before nation wide networks and the internet that allows a hunter to find cases all over the country. Although, even if he could have found them, that car never would’ve made it so far. This was also before long distance calling and video chat. You try to at least call every night. That’s something. And you just got back from a visit.”

“I know,” Sam leaned back in his chair. “It’s just… What is happening is exactly what I was worried about when I found out Natalie was pregnant with John. And then two more kids entered the picture, and things have just gotten worse. I’m not really a part of their lives.”

“Life happens, my friend. Jason did the best he could, and that’s what you’re doing. What I hear in those kids’ voices when you video call them is exactly what I used to hear in Jason’s kid’s voices when we walked in the door. They’re always happy to hear from you.”

“I didn’t get to see John in his first Christmas school play. He did reenact it for me while I was there though. He and Nathan really didn’t want me to leave again. I didn’t wanna leave either.”

“But you had to. I know it sucks, and I really wish I could change things, but...”

Just then Dean came in and saw Liam with food. “He eats without being tied to a chair!”

“Don’t make a huge deal out of it,” Liam popped a bite into his mouth.

“It is a big deal,” Dean argued. “First you hit your head and didn’t wake up for about a day and a half. Then you seemed kinda disappointed to be awake, and I’ve had to take care of you.”

“Hey, it gave you something to focus on. I still don’t remember hitting my head.”

“You just passed out on us. I guess you were over tired or something.”

“Over stressed is more like it. But I was feeling a little hungry this morning, so… I didn’t know where you went.”

“I was looking for a case.” He showed them a tablet with an article about a murder on the screen. “Check it out. The victim was trained in Krav Maga and jiu-jitsu. Still ended up with her organs drained, and the marrow was sucked completely out of the bones.”

“So, cannibalism,” Sam looked at the screen. “You thinking a rugaru?”

“Or a god, maybe. I'll go dig up my pencil neck suit.”

“Dean...” Sam gave his brother a look.

“What, is this not weird enough for you?”

“Well, yeah, it's weird, but, um, l mean, we...”

“I think what your brother is trying to say is that we’re worried about you,” Liam chimed in. “You know, after...”

“I’m still good. I still wanna work, just like I said before. I’ve been busy worrying about you. Eat, and I’ll see you in the car,” Dean said with a tone that suggested there was no arguing.

During the car ride Sam spent a lot of time on his phone. Dean noticed it. “Sam! I know what you're doing over there, and it ain't porn. Look, man, we have checked every website, okay? We've checked it twice. Sammy, when we work a case, there's always that point when we have to face the truth, right? Even if we don't like it. Well, truth is, there’s no way around this. We saw what happened to Cain, okay? I'm not happy about it, but l got to move on. So I’m gonna keep doing what we do while l still can. And I’d like you both to be there with me.”

“We’re here,” Liam said from the backseat. “Just protesting the giving up part.”

Dean shook his head. “I don’t know what else to do here. I had to kill Cain. Then I had to spend a little over a week babysitting you. I know you’re upset by all of this, but near as I can tell, Cain didn’t have the love of his life anymore, and I do. Sometimes you make me wanna choke you, like when you have to practically be force fed, but I love you enough to wrestle you into a chair and tie you down. So, in short, just keep being you, because it helps.”

When they got all the way to North Carolina they walked into the police station and saw officers gathered enjoying a chocolate cake. “Agents, I gather,” the sheriff said when he saw them.

“Uh, was it the suits, or do we give off some sort of a Fed stench?” Dean asked.

“It's the suits. What can I do for you boys?”

“Well, uh, we are here investigating the death of private Jackie Prescott,” Sam told him.

“Shoot. You drove all the way down from DC?”

“Yeah, we did.”

“Well, then sorry to waste your time, agents, but we wrapped that one up. Guy that did it was a special forces officer: Rick Willis.”

“What makes you so sure it was him?” Dean asked.

“His fingerprints were all over the storage room out on the base where he did it. He even left his dog tags by the body.”

“So, is he in custody?” Sam asked.

“No, bastard drank a boatload of gasoline, then lit himself on fire.”

“Well, that's a hell of a way to go,” Dean commented.

“No kidding. Left a wife and a baby. Third suicide we seen in six months. Military town. Would you like some cake?”

“No, uh, we’re good,” Sam answered quickly, making Dean look disappointed.

“No, it's really good. My partner made it.”

“It looks great, but we're all right. Uh, we do have one more question. Were there any bite marks found on the body?”

“No. Victim was killed with a bowie.”

“Well, sheriff, thank you for your time,” Dean gave him a little nod and they headed back to the car.

“No bite marks. That rules out rugaru. So what? A god?” Sam thought out loud.

“The guy Molotov cocktailed himself. That's bonkers. That's like demon possession bonkers,” Dean said as he got into the car.

They decided to go talk to the widow, see if she had any information that could tie things together. “Rick did it. I'm not trying to say that he didn't. But, I mean, he just got back from deployment, and we've all seen what it can do to a soldier's mind. My Rick, when he's home and good, I have to kill the spiders, you know? Rick was a kind soul. He never took more life than he had to.”

“Did you, um, notice anything strange, weird, like, uh, violent mood swings? Or weird smells?” Sam asked her.

“No. But Rick was... he was so... He was thirsty.”

“Thirsty for what?” Dean asked.

“Water. He'd spend half the day drinking from the garden hose. And then, one night, I caught him in the tub drinking the bathwater. When I told him to stop, it was like he couldn't even hear me. And his skin, it got so dry it bled.”

“Did he see a doctor?”

“I took him to the VA, but he just got on a list to get on a list. And then, he stopped talking, and just wasn't himself. I thought maybe it was PTSD.”

“You said that Rick was recently deployed. Do you have any idea where?”

“No, that stuff is classified. They don't even let the wives in on it.”

“Right. Okay, well, we'Il, um, leave you alone now, but if something comes up, anything at all, just give us a call,” Sam got up to leave.

“There's one other thing. I ran into my friend Jemma at the supermarket. She's married to Kit Verson, a guy from Rick's team. She thinks Kit came back different this time. Kind of felt like we were dealing with the same thing.”

“Thank you,” Sam gave her a small smile as they left.

“I don’t think we’re dealing with demon possession,” Liam commented once they were out in the yard. “I mean, demons do a lot of weird shit, but dehydrate someone like that?”

“I agree,” Dean opened the car door to get in. “You ever see anything like this before?”

“Nope.”

“Well then, let’s go talk to Jemma.”

A few minutes later they were sitting with Jemma in her living room. “Kit's been going through some stuff for sure. Um, you know, it takes him a while to get back to normal, but he always does.”

“And what about you? How are you holding up?” Dean asked her.

“I'm okay for the most part. You know, what happened to Rick and Beth, it... It's been hard. ‘There but for the grace of God,’ you know?”

“May we speak with your husband?” Sam asked, hoping they could get a better sense of what was going on from him.

“He went out last night, but he should be back any minute. You know, Kit, he comes back from these deployments, and he needs his space.”

“So he's been out all night?” that worried Dean a little.

“Well, yeah. God, I can't even convince myself. Um... I'm worried. This isn't like him.”

“Has he been thirsty? Like drink out of the dog bowl thirsty?” Sam took a shot.

“How did you know?”

“We uh, spoke to your friend Beth. Um, thank you for your time.”

When they left the house they found Cole of all people leaning against the car. “Recognized your wheels.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean wasn’t happy to see him.

“Jemma called me in. I've known Kit since we were military brats raisin’ hell on the same base. He's a good man.”

“Well, no one's saying he's not.”

“Oh, really, now? So, what are you three, uh, here for, Jemma's sweet tea? You want to tell me why you're really here?”

“We’re pretty sure there’s a case here,” Liam told him.

“Oh, Kit’s case?”

“Honestly, we're not sure just yet, but, um, it's looking like it,” Sam answered.

“Says you,” Cole didn’t seem so convinced.

“There's a murder suicide in town. Your buddy Kit? Same unit as the killer. Same whacked out antics. So...” Dean spelled it out.

“Look, we're not going anywhere, all right? And if you care about your buddy, you'll let us handle this,” Sam said sternly.

“Nah, I think I'm gonna be coming with you.”

“Oh, the hell you are,” Dean growled.

“I got contacts. I can help. For example, a friend of mine works military intelligence. Owes me a favor.”

“Would he know what Rick and Kit's mission was?” Sam was curious.

“Sure. And he'd tell me all about it.”

“Okay, fine,” Dean gave in.

“No, it ain't. You know, I figure what's going on here, I stick to you three like flies on roadkill, make sure my buddy comes home in one piece. Look, I know what you three are thinking, but we are not gonna hunt my best friend, who happens to be a friggin’ war hero, by the way. We are gonna find him. And that's the difference.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “You still don’t get it. When we do end up killing someone, it’s not because we wanted to, or that it was the plan from the beginning. If we can save him we will.”

“But you got to prepare yourself. Kit might not be Kit anymore,” Sam warned him.

They stopped at a food truck for a bite to eat and to do a little research. “Sustenance,” Sam tossed them each a sandwich.

“Maybe you’re right about this not being a demon, babe,” Dean said from behind the laptop. “No cattle deaths or freakish weather. Just nothing.”

“So maybe it's just not your kind of thing at all,” Cole suggested.

“We handle more than just demons,” Liam shot him a little nasty look. “See, the reason why you shouldn’t be on this case is that you’re too close to the guy to be objective.”

Cole just checked his own device instead of responding to that. “Okay, here we go. I got an encrypted email here from my friend at the MI.”

“And?” Sam looked to him.

“Well, Kit and Rick were sent to rescue an American POW being held in Iraq, the Najaf cemetery.”

“Cemetery?” Dean was surprised by that.

“Bastards use 'em as a, uh, prison. I got some footage here from the camera on Willis' helmet during his last mission with Kit.”

They all gathered around to watch the footage. It showed the two soldiers entering the mausoleum and finding who they were after, only to be viciously attacked. “I'm guessing that didn't have a happy ending,” Dean commented.

“No, it did not. Mission failed. And that POW got shot by guards.”

“Really? That's what happened?” Sam didn’t buy it.

“That's the official story.”

“Alright, so, Kit and Rick came back screwed up. We know that much,” Dean started going over the facts. Sam’s phone made a noise. “What was that?”

Sam pulled his phone out to look at it. “I set my phone to get local alerts.”

“Is it bad?” Cole was nervous.

“It’s bloody,” Sam answered.

“Alright, let's get out of here,” Dean got up to head back to the car.

They drove to the gas station where the murder happened. Sam and Dean went in to get details while Liam waited outside with Cole. The brothers came back in a few minutes with a grisly tale. “He licked the blood off the floor?” Cole looked a little sick.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, the soda jockey back there seemed pretty shook up by it.”

“Now, the description he gave, medium build, brown hair, that sound like the Kit you know?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, it does,” Cole was upset by that.

“Kinda figured that was coming,” Liam commented.

“This still sound like it ain't our kind of thing?” Dean asked Cole.

Cole’s phone rang and he stepped aside to answer it. “You think that’s Jemma on the phone?” Sam wondered out loud quietly.

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Dean watched the guy as he talked. “Listen, before he comes back, we all know his goal is to save his buddy, and like Liam said, he’s too close to this. We’re not gonna shake him off by force either.”

“He does have one good use, he knows Kit,” Liam pointed out. “But he’s not gonna lead him to us willingly.”

“Exactly,” Dean nodded. “I’ve got a plan. You two need to follow along, can you do that?” Both of them nodded. “Hey, Kung-Fu grip, you coming?” Dean called out to Cole.

“So, what’s next?” Sam asked when Cole came back over.

“We hit every cop shop within a ten mile radius, put the word out, see if we can't track him down,” Dean answered.

“And if you find him, what then? Kit needs help. He doesn't need a bullet, and he doesn't need a knife.” Cole was acting as expected.

“Okay. You know what, Cole? We know you want to protect your buddy, but if he's a monster, we got to put him down,” Dean was blunt.

“That's the way it's gonna have to be, huh?” Cole was a little angry at that.

“That's the job. So, you in or out?”

“Out,” Cole answered. “Can you give me a lift back to Jemma’s? The least I can do is help her.”

“Sure,” Dean nodded as he and his brother shared a look.

They drove him back and Dean parked outside the house. “Thanks for the lift,” Cole said.

“It's better this way, alright? You keep her calm. We'll keep you posted,” Dean lied. “He shows up, don't try and be a hero. Call us.”

“You got it,” Cole got out of the car and acted like he was going into the house.

Dean drove away, but they hid in an alley where they could watch him. It only took a minute for Cole to get in his own jeep and drive off. Dean followed. “He knows where Kit is,” Sam realized.

“Yep,” Dean nodded. “Or at least he has a good idea that he wasn’t gonna share with us.”

They followed him all the way to a little cabin in the woods. Dean quietly parked behind Cole as he went into the cabin. They weren’t far behind him. When they stepped inside they were just in time to see Kit on top of Cole with a worm hanging out of his mouth. The worm went down Cole’s throat, and a second was coming out when Dean fired a warning shot to get Kit’s attention.

Kit growled and tried to run out, knocking Dean into Liam on his way past. Sam saw the second worm on the floor and he raced to squash it with his foot. Cole just lay on the floor stunned and grossed out. “Oh, god. Ew. Something went down my throat.”

“Alright, Cole, just try and stay calm,” Sam helped him into a sitting position.

“Something moved. It's alive, Sammy.” He was freaking out.

“Alright, well, we're gonna get it out of you, okay?”

“How?”

“We'll figure it out.”

“Man, that was a dumbass move coming here alone. You know that, right?” Dean stood over him.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I should have let the machete brothers cut my buddy's head off.”

“Well, if you did, maybe you wouldn't be choking down a damn Khan worm right now.”

“What's a Khan worm?”

“You think that's what it is?” Sam asked.

“Or some sort of freak cousin,” Dean answered.

“Freak cousin of what?”

Sam turned back to Cole. “A couple years back, Dean and Liam and I worked a case. We got stuck in a cannery with this worm. It would get into people's bodies and...”

“It took them over,” Liam finished the thought. “It was like a monster parasite, and we could never tell who was infected until they attacked. We’re probably dealing with a cousin though, because this one came out of Kit’s mouth, and Sam squished the other one.”

“Alright, so you've been to this rodeo before. How do we kill it?” Cole was trying to stay calm.

“Worst case, head shot the person it's in. Worm crawls out, we stomp it like a bug,” Dean answered.

“Is there a version where you don't cap me?”

“Yeah, uh, last time, electrocution made the worm leave the body,” Sam told him.

“Don’t remind me,” Liam rubbed his chest at just the thought.

Cole nodded. “Alright, fine. Electrocution it is. I’m game.”

“Alright. You two get to work,” Sam turned to Dean and Liam. “I'll go look for Kit.”

“Hey, Sammy. If we can fix me, we can save Kit, right?” Cole was concerned.

“That’s the idea,” Sam said before he left.

“He’ll try,” Liam added. “But we make no promises. Look, I understand wanting to save your friend, I do. But you getting infected too is why it’s very bad to be emotionally involved on a case.”

“Just get this thing out of me.”

“You know that this is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch?” Dean warned him.

“Hell, I have a wife, a kid, and an upside down mortgage to get back to. Whatever it takes, Dean.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded as he went to get what they needed out of the trunk.

Cole watched as Dean hooked car batteries up to jumper cables. “So, last time you saw this thing, it turned people into killers, too?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “Was not a fun night.” He briefly glanced at Liam who was standing by the window.

“Damn. Day in, day out, you and Sammy, and Liam saving people from things they just can't wrap their minds around. Hell, and nobody even notices it. Hell, at least I get a medal for my efforts. But you, I tried to kill your ass.”

“Yeah, well, good times.”

“I almost took you off the map. Who would be saving me now?”

“Yeah, well, let's not get too sentimental about it. Alright, let's fire this puppy up.”

“Well, you say that like it's just another Tuesday.”

Dean chuckled at that. “Oh, buddy, it's only Monday.” He touched the cables together so that they sparked.

“Hold onto your ass,” Liam mumbled.

Cole put a spoon between his teeth and Dean put the cables to his arms for several seconds. Nothing happened. “Anything?” Cole asked, panting.

“I'm not seeing anything yet,” Dean reported.

“Do it again.”

Dean put the cables to him a little bit longer before pulling back with a sigh. “Alright, that sucker should have crawled out by now.”

“Again,” Cole demanded.

“I keep going, this is gonna kill you,” Dean warned.

“Again!”

Dean put the cables to him again, looking away this time and holding them there for even longer. Liam didn’t look away and noticed when Cole’s eyes rolled back in his head and he relaxed. “Dean!” he called out a warning.

Dean pulled back and growled softly. Then he started pounding on Cole’s chest and slapping his cheek. “Hey! Cole! Come on!”

Cole came around after a minute or so. “Okay, alright, again.”

Dean shook his head and put the cables down. “No, we're done playing ‘Operation’. I zap you again, you're toast. Just take a knee.”

“You’re just giving up?”

“Didn’t say that, but electricity isn’t working. Everything has a weakness, it’s just a matter of finding it.”

Just then Dean’s phone rang. It was Sam. “Dean. How did it go?” Sam asked when his brother answered.

“Worm was a no show.”

“That doesn't make any sense. Last time-”

“Well, this ain't the last time. I mean, maybe this is a whole new species, you know? All I know is that sparky struck out.”

“Well, there's got to be something. I mean, everything has a weakness, right?”

“Well, what about you? Any luck?”

“I'm on my way to Kit's. Thought I’d check there first.”

“Alright, well... Hurry up, man.

“You got it.”

Dean hung up and turned back to Cole. “You okay?”

“So this is what in over your head looks like.”

“Just got to keep your head in the game. Okay, what do we know about this thing?”

Cole thought a moment. “Uh, sucker dries you out. I'm thirsty already, man.”

Dean gave a little nod. “It likes water. Then when that's not enough...”

“Blood,” Cole finished the thought. “I don't know. Maybe lack of fluids makes the thing hostile.”

“So it's like a parasite. It wrings you dry, and then it moves on.”

“So if I dry myself out, the son of a bitch wouldn't like that very much, now, would he?”

“No, he'd want the hell out. You'd be a hostile environment, well, more than you already are.”

“Well, to be fair, you really haven't seen my chiller side.”

“What do you think about rapid dehydration?”

“Big fan. Just make sure you squash that sucker when it goes AWOL.”

“Sounds like a plan. Alright. Nothing like a sweat lodge in the woods, huh? Liam, go get some water from the car. You and I will need to stay hydrated.”

“Oh, this plan sounds super,” the blond’s tone was sarcastic as he headed out the door.

“That’s what you go for? Really?” Cole was a little amused.

Dean shrugged as he started to build up a fire. “He’s an exotic acquired taste. You just haven’t seen his sweet and cuddly side.”

“Oh, he has one of those?”

“When he’s in a good mood.”

“Which is when?”

Dean chuckled. “Mostly when we’re not working. He uh, he’s a team player and all. He understands the work, and he can be a big asset at times, but I think he’d rather have a more normal life.”

“So, why doesn’t he?”

“He loves me too much to leave me, no matter how much crap I put him through.”

Sam called again a little while later. Dean caught him up on what they were doing. “You're in a sweat lodge?” Sam was a little surprised.

“Well, you're the one who said everything has got a weakness. So I figure take a schvitz, kill a freak. Call that a good day.”

“Yeah, if it works.”

“Well, you got a better idea?”

“Yeah, I do, actually, Dean. We know how to end this.”

“Yeah, plan B for bullet. But we're not quite there yet, so just hold tight. How’s the wife?”

“She's barely holding on. How's Cole?”

“He’s going strong.”

“Good. Look, Dean, Kit is gonna come to. And when I got here, it was bad.”

“We're on the clock. I get it.” Dean hung up and checked on Cole. “Just keep sweating, man. You're doing great.” Dean took a sip of water and Cole eyed the bottle hungrily.

“My dad, He got something inside him, too, right? You think this is what he felt like when he turned?”

Dean shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, he was human before he was a monster.”

“I get it. Why you did it, Dean. My dad wasn't my dad anymore. If I go down that same road, I want you to do that to me, too.”

“That road? That means giving up. If you think that's where you're headed, then you've got it ass backwards. You're gonna fight harder than you ever have. You understand?”

Liam took a sip of water and Cole looked a lot more desperate. “Will you do me the honor of tying me to this chair?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded and moved to grab some rope.

Just as Dean started tying him, Cole punched him and lunged for a bottle of water. Before he could reach it Liam body slammed him into the floor. Then the blond picked him up and started dragging him back to the chair. Dean had grabbed his gun and was pointing it at Cole to discourage him from trying that again. “Come on. We both know you're not gonna do it,” Cole struggled, but Liam was able to hold him and force him into the chair.

“You are gonna sweat this one through,” Dean stood over him.

“I can’t, Dean!”

“Yes, you can. Listen to me. Yes, you can. Think about your family. Your wife, your kid. You hear me?”

“I appreciate the talk, coach. But honestly, all I can think about is slicing your wrists and drinking you both like a fountain. Guess that makes me a monster, don't it?”

Dean didn’t say anything, but he looked worried. A few minutes later he tried to call Sam, but got no answer. Cole was sitting by the fire coughing and not looking good. When Dean’s back was turned Cole jumped on him and tried to pin him down. Liam jumped in to pull him off, but Cole threw him into the table. Then he paused and something started moving in his throat. The worm crawled out of Cole’s mouth and dropped to the floor. Dean quickly stomped on it. “Everyone good?” Dean looked around the room.

“Yeah,” Cole nodded. “Oh, thank god.”

Liam was back on his feet. “I got a few more bruises, but I’ll live.”

Dean tried Sam again, and this time Sam answered. “Sammy, we did it. Cole's all right. Get Kit over here as soon as you can.”

“It’s too late,” Sam seemed upset.

They filled each other in, and Dean had to give the bad news to Cole that Sam had to shoot Kit to keep him from killing Jemma. Sam returned to the cabin and Sam stood outside with Cole before they left. “Hey, Cole. Listen, uh, for whatever it's worth, I really wish it hadn't ended this way.”

“Yeah, me, too, Sammy boy.”

“I mean, Kit, he was gonna kill her and...”

“I know. Jemma told me everything. Solider goes crazy, attacks his wife. She had to kill him. Or at least that's the story that she's got to tell. I guess I've seen it all now.”

“Some. Not all,” Dean commented.

“I just want to go home, see my family. I want to thank you, Dean, for keeping me standing.”

Dean gave him a little smile. “Well, all it took was a little blood, sweat, and, uh, more sweat. You take care of yourself, you hear?”

“Alright, I will. But l still hope I don't see the three of you anymore. No offense.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” Liam said when he came over.

Cole chuckled at that. “You’re strong and mouthy, I’ll give you that. I really don’t get it, but you and Dean take care of each other.” With that he got into his jeep and drove away.

Dean turned to his brother and saw the look on his face. “Don't blame yourself for Kit, man.”

Sam let out a sigh. “I can't help it, Dean. It feels crappy.”

“I know it does.”

“I tried. l did. I just couldn't save this one.”

“You know, you can do everything right, and even still, sometimes, the guy dies.”

Liam put a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “We all know you tried. Like Dean said, sometimes you just can’t save them. But we saved Cole, and I think he got a whole new perspective on things. That’s kind of a win.”

“You know,” Dean put his hands in his pockets as he looked toward the road. “Memphis is closer than the bunker. “I know, we’re all worried about me. But only Cas knows where the blade is, and I’ve been feeling pretty good. I’ve got my short blond teddy bear to calm me down.”

“You sure about that?” Sam was cautiously hopeful.

“I am. Hey, you guys can supervise me the whole time if that’ll make you feel better. I just think it’s time to go home for a little while.”

“I’d like that,” Sam seemed a little bit cheered up as he pulled out his phone and got into the car.
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