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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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Private

[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.]

Private

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[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.

Private

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[Nope. Line is dead.

Weight is thrown.]