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[Cain has flour on his cheek, and he's in the kitchen, taking a break.] Y'know, worldwide there's room for comfort food after a real shitty day. I'm takin' requests.

Me, I always went for pierogis. Stayed in Poland just long enough to learn how to make 'em. [And to kill a diplomat. But. You know.] Kid seemed to like 'em pretty well, too. Pretty sure tastes change, though...

Anyway, give 'em here, give me all your requests.

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[surfaceshine]

You good?

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[hellofist]

[Is he serious right now?]

No.

[At least she thinks to make this part private, though.]

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[surfaceshine]

[He's using video. She can see that he already knew the answer to that.]

Want me to shut 'im down?

[He doesn't really know how he's going to do that yet, but if she wants him to, he'll find a way.]

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[hellofist]

Won't change anything. He already- put it all out there. Can't take it back, now.

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[surfaceshine]

You tell me if you change your mind. I'll take the damn thing away.

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[hellofist]

Keep him away from CTS. Next... couple hours.

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[surfaceshine]

He doesn't go in there, but I will.

Text me when you're out. Okay?

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[hellofist]

[She wants to tell him no. She wants to just go into the CTS and not stop hitting things until she can't move and then she wants to see Merlin, she doesn't want to talk.

But it's Dean. She won't shut him out like that.]

Will later. Need time.

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[surfaceshine]

[It's Dean, who doesn't need to talk, and doesn't need her to talk; Dean who would sit and eat pancakes with her and fill the space between them with nonsense and noise and not expect a damn thing in return.

Dean, who gets it, as much as he doesn't want to and nods.]

Alright. You know where to find me, sweetheart.

[I'm sorry.]

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[hellofist]

It's not your fault. Will text, I promise.