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"She's my wife," Castiel told Malcom as he handed him a glass of water. I returned with the bread he had sent one of the inn's staff to fetch.
I flashed the man a smile, and he smiled back. He resembled the older version of the photo Castiel had shown me, aside from his taller frame and one white eye, likely a result of a fire incident years ago.
