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Jun. 3rd, 2013 03:53 pm
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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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Date: 2013-06-04 12:57 am (UTC)
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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.]

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Date: 2013-06-04 01:03 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Functioning Alcoholic)
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[Nope. Line is dead.

Weight is thrown.
]

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