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Every now and then, this place just outdoes itself.

[Today he's bitter about it, but Cain always adapts before long.]

Check in, all of you who've still got your hands or mouths or the ability to tap Morse Code.


[PRIVATE to DEAN WINCHESTER:]

Hey. Feel like home yet?


[PRIVATE to CASSANDRA:]

You all right?


[PRIVATE to BARBARA:]

You, you especially, check in.

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Date: 2014-07-29 12:24 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Bite Me)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
Run, hide? Nah. Wait it out? I don't see a better option for the position I'm in at the moment.

[This is either a blatant lie or the truth depending on the day; it always comes out the same regardless.]

I don't remember asking for your opinion either way.

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Date: 2014-07-29 12:33 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (You'll Never Find Your Way Back)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[It's Dean's turn to laugh - an ugly, mean sound, sharp at the edge, and under it unspeakably sad. Home. What home. Dean has no home, more than ever before in his life.]

I'm an inmate, if that's what you're angling after. So no. [What else is new?]

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Date: 2014-07-29 01:00 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Don't Even Care)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
Actually, it doesn't.

[And now he straightens up a little, and for as hard as the expression he'd been giving Cain up to this point had been, this is where the real barelaid steel is, and it is tarnished and warped and bent but still strong, still certain.]

See, you don't know a damn thing about me. You think you do, because you know my name without my telling you, because you knew someone who looks like me, but me? Not a damn thing.

I'm pretty okay with hot showers, hot meals, free drugs and booze, and something impossible trying to kill me only about twice a month.
Edited Date: 2014-07-29 01:08 am (UTC)

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Date: 2014-07-29 01:11 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (But You Still Don't Run)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
You have no idea.

[At which point the hunter hangs up - not in anger, just out of patience.]

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