"Let me be the dagger that will protect your back when your sword is fighting in your front."
Both Dean and Claire felt nostalgic once those words showed up. It had been a while since Succubus didn't say something along those lines. Actually, she said it just one time, which was enough to make it the most remarkable interaction between them.
Dean remembered clearly the day when she said it. Maybe, that was the mark of a brand new stage in his life. Until that point, he was an ex-slave, ex-employee of Nero, and ex-Ascendant. There were a lot of things that he once was, but at that period he wasn't anyone, just Dean.
In other words, that day was the birth of Silver, the cruel mercenary that never failed a single mission or left a client disappointed, the silver blur of death that pursued everything and everyone until their very last breath.
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