| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - For a moment it seemed like he was going to refuse to speak again so Dean pulled up a chair in front of Sam and straddled it, leaning his arms across the backrest.Talk to me, Sam.There were a few moments of silence while he looked up at the ceiling and then he lowered his gaze to meet Dean's and when he spoke it was so quietly it was barely a whisper.I raped someone.Of all the things that his
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