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Hadrian woke up next it was to a pleasant ache between his hips and pounding at the motel door.

Grumbling, he pulled on his robe and went to answer the door. Opening it, he came face-to-face with Sam Winchester. He had red rimmed eyes and tear stains on his cheeks.

Hadrian opened his arms in silent invitation and immediately had an armful of a sobbing giant.
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Dean didn't know what to do. Their time was running out before the appocolyspe happened and Sam was a reck, trying to find a way to keep lucifer in his cage while Bobby was silent and sad as a crypt.

They'd exhausted themselves and every resource at their disposal...until Sam came up with a possible solution. Namely, one Hadrian Black.
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Hadrian led them to Bobby's panic room, adding a lot more runes and sigils to the metal. Then, he had Sam and Bobby lock Dean and himself inside. The symbols on the walls flashed white once the room was sealed.

"Lay down on the bed. On your stomache." He instructed Dean.

Dean, despite the nerves in his belly, fought his hunter instincts and did as told. He berried his head in his arms as he felt Hadrian's weight settle on either side of his hips.

"Relax." Hadrian said in a calm, soothing voice.

Once Dean had relaxed, Hadrian carefully began to draw runes across his back and shoulders before adding a single drop of blood to the center of the scrollwork along Dean's spine.

Dean relaxed further into the bed at feeling the calm, slow strokes of Hadrian's fingers against his skin as he worked. Almost falling into a sort of pre-nap trance. So much so, that he didn't even register the feeling of blood against his bare skin or how the symbols on the wall flashed gold before settling on a pale green that hummed with power.

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