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[Voice] with a side of [Location: Speares] The pen is blue

[Cassie sits out on a park bench, watching the extras mingle, their murmured nonsense faint. Her tablet is in one hand, the stylus in the other. She scribbles in an absentminded fashion, humming some Nine Inch Nails to herself quietly. She taps the tip of the stylus to the outer side of the screen, switching out the colors.]

[When Cassie finishes, she sighs, her chest aching a little. Damn this glitch, causing words to bubble up that she would never tell another soul.]

When I die, I'm afraid I'm going to come back as one of the things that I hunt.

I'm afraid I'm going to end up like my mom.

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Castiel? I think I met him yesterday. Dark hair? Looks serious all the time?

There's nothing I can do, Dean. Every fucking day, I wake up and I taste blood.

I know it's all in my head, but.... I can't stop it.

Yeah, him. Angel of the Lord, Broody McBrooderson.

Every night I wake up from dreams about-- [Strangled noise, Dean HATES this conversation, this isn't something he wanted to tell Cassie.] --about being tortured and-- and torturing-- fuck-- people in Hell.

Can't stop it either, fuck, I didn't want to tell you this.

[Cassie chuckles softly.] I think I may call him that, from now on. Broody McBrooderson. Of the Broodsome clan.

Jesus fuck, Dean. [It's not anger in her voice but a sad shock.]

And like I wanted people to know how fucked up I am? How I had no friends before Vlad? How much I fucking miss that big sumbitch?

Christ. I can't shut up.

Sounds good to me. He'll get pissy about it.

[Dean doesn't answer that part. He doesn't want to talk about it.]

Y'got friends now, Cassie. And neither can I, so don't worry. Whatever the hell comes out of my mouth is gonna come out whether I like it or not.

He can't smite me, can he? I'll throw Pooch in front of him.

And it's fucking weird having friends. I'm used to having, four tops. And that's from saving their goddamn lives. Had no friends in school. This is fucking new and I don't know how to act, Dean.

Oh, fantastic. I'm not cleaning that up.

Sweetheart, I get that. Hunters don't do friends. Don't have the time, don't have the ability. 'Cept for Sammy, but he's a freak.

Not to get all high school counselor on you, but just act like yourself. Nobody likes a faker.

He's not big. Won't make a huge mess.

I don't know who I am. Freak in school. Slasher slayer afterwards. Look up antisocial in the dictionary and you'll find my face staring up at you.

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