"Hey, hey - " Peter said, gently. He reached out to put one hand over Sam's hands, the other around Sam's back in a hug. "He's a demon. Of course he's going to say bad things. And even if any of that was true it didn't work this time. Dawn's okay, Dean'll be okay, and you're still here. And whatever plans he's got for you can go screw."
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