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46| S P E A K O F T H E D E V I L A N D H E S H A L L A P P E A R ZENJA WINCHESTER TAKES a huge gasping breath, eyes widening then closing as she breathes again. She sits up, panting for air as a hand steadied her. " Sam?", she mutters in confusion when she sees him clearer. Sam stares at her in disbelief and slaps his hand to his neck looking for the fatal would, but although he pats his neck, there is no fresh blood or ragged skin. He stares at his hand in disbelief then looks at her, obviously confused. Zenja does the same thing and feels around her arms for bite marks or scars, but it seemed like the attack did not happen at all. Sam climbs to his feet and helps her up as she continues to pat the side of her throat, but other than a lot of dried blood on their faces, neck
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