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I hope you die a happy man.

He was in pain, surrounded by Snatchers, and didn't know if Dean and the others would make it.

"Mudblood," one of them spits, literally, on his face.

At home, his beautiful wife is safe, happy at the impending arrival of their grandchild. The wonderful little baby they'd created is having one of her own.

"Where's the boy?"

Dean might be safe; please, let him be safe.

"Sorry, mate," Ted says, cheerfully, "it'll be best to kill me and try to track him yourself."

If you marry me, I will.