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Dean shook his head.

I did not. he sighed, before withdrawing a small satin pouch from his pocket and handing it to her. When she took it, she could feel the loose pieces in it.

Sadly, I an not well-versed in repairing jewelry. he lamented.

But, may I offer you a new one? he asked her.

I would be more than willing to give you another to wear. he offered.

Just as she plugged it into the wall, she saw Dean heading towards her, looking like he wanted to speak with her. She went from where she was and made her way over, and he smiled at her.

I have a question. he signed.

While I was repairing your clothing, I noticed a broken piece of jewelry in one of the pockets. he told her.

Or, rather, before I ran your clothing through the washer and dryer, I checked for loose items so they wouldn't get destroyed, and noticed a broken piece of jewelry he then corrected himself.

It looked like it had been a rosary? he asked.

Dean looked over towards her, and just smiled again, with a nod. He didn't sign anything to her, but his look said it all.

It was a look that said she was very welcome, and that he would do all he could to help her.

The main reason why he didn't sign was because he was in the middle of some delicate stitching, and he took a minute or two to finish it, before he signed her again.

I'll have a room made up specifically for you. he told her.

We have bunks here for people that need to stay overnight and such, much like a homeless shelter, but no permanent accommodations. And the washing facilities here are often just used for emergencies, or for situations like my own, where I need to live here. he informed her.

However, I am the Father here, and what I say, goes. And I say you are welcome to live here for as long as you need to. he then continued.

Also, these should be done in 10 minutes or so. he added, before returning to the sewing.

Dean merely nodded in response.

I'm sure there's a storied history to that, but I shan't pry, if you don't wish to go into detail. he responded. If you wish to share more details, I will happily listen to you. he then told her.

But it matters little what you are, or what you can do, you are safe and welcome here. he then assured her further.

I live in this building temporarily, as my current house is undergoing renovations, and I am unsure as to when it will be done. Not for another few months, at least. he informed her. But there is always room for someone else. he continued.

So you are free to live her for as long as you wish. he finished, before going back to her clothing, and continuing to repair it.

Dean paused as he saw the eye, almost caught in it, like a deer in headlights, before he shook his head lightly.

I see. he signed.

So you were born with the ability to manipulate mana, and with the genes of a hunter. Very potent ones as well, considering the trait you have inherited. he continued, sighing quietly.

I can only fathom the internal conflict you must feel. he lamented.

But know this. You will not be judged here because of your mana, nor your hunter genes. he assured her.

And you know there is more to myself than meets the eye because your eye as well. he then added.

Dean looked understandably confused by that.

What do you mean? he asked her.

You say your very genetics are at odds with each other, what does that mean, exactly? he asked further.

He was unsure as to what she was referring to, but something inside him had a feeling. He wasn't going to say anything as of yet, as he didn't want to presume, but he had... some suspicious.

But he wasn't going to bring it up. Not yet, anyway.

He wanted to see if she would volunteer the information first.

Dean looked surprised for a moment... before he had a proper reaction. And it was one of a wider smile, and a look of almost being... impressed?

"Oh!" he exclaimed, before shaking his head.

The ability to conjure wind. Such a rare gift. he signed to her.

And it seems like you've managed to teach yourself quite nice control of it. Or had a good teacher. I do not know of the details of your past. he continued.

But if that is what you think you need to hide, then I assure you that there is no need for that here. he promised her.

Feeling ashamed of such a thing is not something you should feel, and whomever taught you that is in the wrong. he then added.

"...." Dean was stunned to hear such a thing. So much so, he set the clothing down, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She winced and recoiled out of instinct, but when she looked at him, she saw nothing but concern.

Concern for her well-being and safety. For HER.

Such an answer is truly heart breaking. he signed.

Is there anything you wish to get off your chest? he asked her.

I promise you that you are safe here, and no matter what, this is a judgement-free zone. he then assured her further. If you feel you need to hide anything, I promise you there's no reason to hide it here. he added.

Dean nodded in response.

Yes. he signed. For now, anyway. he continued. There were a lot of tears and rips, but none seemed to be too bad. It'll just take a bit of time to sew everything back up. he continued.

There were a few blood stains, and while I managed to use some stain remover to mute them and get rid of most, there are a few places that I don't think will ever be really clean again. he then added.

But these are definitely salvageable. he assured her.

What happened to cause you such injuries? he then inquired, before going back to repairing her clothing.

She made her way back where the kitchen area was, but she saw he wasn't there. After wandering about a while longer, she found him in the larger area with the pews, seeing him sitting in one of the front ones, doing... something.

When she approached, she saw that he was sewing the rips and tears in her clothing, now washed and dried.

He looked over towards her, and smiled when he saw her.

You look MUCH better now. he signed to her after setting the sewing supplies down.

I'll bet it feels good as well. he then added.

Take a seat if you wish. he offered, gesturing to the rest of the pew he was sitting in.

Dean, meanwhile, had put away the leftovers, put the dishes in the sink, made his way to where her clothes were, gathered them, took them down to the machines, and threw them into the washer, alongside some detergent.

He was silent as he turned it on, watching it start up, before pressing his hands together.

"Please help me give this girl some real comfort." he said quietly.

"It seems she has been through so much already. Please allow me to make a real difference in her life." he prayed further, before sighing.

He would wash her clothes and dry them, and then repair the tears he had noticed. It was all he COULD do right now.

Of course. Dean signed in response.

He then gave her comprehensive directions to where the bathrooms were, pointing out one was just a toilet and sink, while the other had the bath and shower in it as well.

The shower one is on the left. he added.

If you wish to take a shower, feel free to leave your wet clothing outside by the door. I'll come get it and run it through our washer and dryer. he informed her further, pausing again.

Oh, and those have been run through both as well, if you were concerned about that. he assured her at the end.

Dean shook his head.

It is no bother at all. he assured her.

All are welcome in the house of the Lord. he went on.

There is plenty of room here, and it's no imposition at all. he went on. We also have showering and bathroom facilities here as well, but if you don't feel comfortable showering here, I understand. he continued.

You can use the bathrooms here to change. he told her.

And I'll tend to your clothing.

Just as she finished half of her plate, and her thoughts continued to race, Dean returned with what looked like a large shirt, a pair of flannel sleep pants, and a pair of rubber flip flops in his arms. He set them down on one of the chairs, and looked at her.

Your clothes are soaking wet, stained, and torn. he signed.

There is a washer and dryer here, so if you like, you can change into these and I can clean your clothing for you. he offered. There wasn't much in the donation bin right now, sadly, but these should fit. If anything, the shirt may swim on you. he added with a small laugh.

But if you like, there are beds here as well for those in need. I would hate to think of sending you back out into that storm, and it looks like it will last for the rest of the night. So you can sleep here if you wish. he offered her further.

Of course, if you would rather leave, I shan't stop you, but with such frightful weather out there, I hesitate to think what would happen to you, considering your injuries as well. he finished.