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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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From:

surfaceshine

[Dean wouldn't get into a fistfight with Cain, if he got the choice. He isn't an idiot, and he'd put up a helluva fight if it came down to that, but Cain is just like a wendigo or rawhead: close with him, fist to fist, and Dean knows he's dinner.

That's not the point. The point is Dean has never backed down from this kind of fight and he doesn't intend to start now, lingering guilt or not.]

You think just because you're older than I am, because you've killed all these people and done all these things that you know square one about me? Fuck you. I'm not your therapist, or hers - I'm your goddamn warden, I'm her goddamn friend, and that means I don't have to be concerned about your feelings.

She doesn't want to be left alone. She wants you to stop being such a self-absorbed, whiny asshole for long enough to figure out how to fucking be a normal person. She wants to be someone's daughter, for chrissakes, not someone's experiment.

[He's yelling now, temper running hot.]

From:

anewlanguage

[And just like that he's yelling, too, for the first time in over a year. There's been anger and guilt boiling away under the surface, but it's never come to the surface. Until now.]

She is someone's daughter! She's Batman's, she's Barbara's! I don't mean anything to her but a fist and a gun, and you don't know the first thing about turning that around! When's the last time you abused your child, Dean?

From:

surfaceshine

[Good. It's a reaction Dean knows exactly what to do with, in a way he didn't when it was his own father. Dean doesn't feel anything for Cain like he did for John.

He can hit back just as hard, and not feel even remotely guilty because he loves the asshole no matter what.]

They're not her parents you fucking deadbeat jerkoff - you are, you're the only one she's got, and for some reason unknown to anyone and everything decent under the fucking sun, that still matters to her!

If you'd shut your mouth and actually listen for once instead of wallowing and drinking and feeling sorry for yourself, I'd tell you what it's like to know that your own father, the only one you fucking have in the world, the one you'd do anything to please for even a moment, cares less about being your fucking father than he does getting the hell out of your life any way he fucking can, right wrong or indifferent!

When's the last time you listened to your daughter, Cain?

[He wouldn't, actually; the only reason he's saying as much now is because his mouth has run off with him, that and the swell of choking anger that's been living in his gut for two years now, untouched, unacknowledged, undiminished.]

From:

anewlanguage

What the hell do you know about what she wants? [it's too bad, really, that Cain sees so much of Dean's pain in what's being said that he almost doesn't hear the words.]

Where do you get the idea that when she says she's building a life without me, that means she wants me in it? You think cause she wants me to change she'll ever want me near her? You're fucking delusional if you think there's anyone out there who knows her better than I do, especially you.

She chose Bruce and she chose Barbara. You go ask them who she belongs with, and then you ask her if she disagrees.

From:

surfaceshine

I asked her!

[Dean hasn't been this angry since he came to the Barge, he hasn't yelled this much since before Sam needed a deal, hasn't wanted to punch someone for just being in his face as badly as he wants to go at Cain right now. If they weren't separated by a network and several levels of ship, he'd have done it already, and screw the consequences.

He doesn't know because he asked Cass; he doesn't have to. He already knows. He hates it and he already knows and there's nothing further he can do here because Cain isn't even listening.]

You're unbelievable. Fuck you. Fuck you. And you can forget about the whiskey, you're not touching a goddamn drop until you figure out how to stand on your own two feet without help from a bottle. Fuck.

[There's nothing more to say; unless Cain can come up with something pretty spectacular, Dean is cutting the feed.]

From:

anewlanguage

[Well that gets his attention.]

No. No, fuck you. What the hell is wrong with you? You argue with me about my kid and because I don't automatically agree with you, I get punished?

[No, nothing spectacular. Just a really pissed off elite assassin. Slash-alcoholic.]

I put up with a lot, especially from you because every now and then you know what you're talking about. But go ahead, start throwing your weight around at me and we'll see where it gets you.