[10.08] silence
She's spent nearly a year with Sam. A year with Sam, a year with Dean, a year following a shiny, pretty car two steps behind in a shadow. A year.
And they couldn't even tell her from an imposter.
(Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, it seemed.)
With brown hair.
She put in a year of effort, was ripped from her body for them and they think that idiot's biting wit was her? Please, she'd done more damage with plastic fangs. It's a strange combination to be disgusted and pissed off at the same time...
... but Sam still listens to her, and not the skank wannabe who was too short and too dumb and as docile as a neutered puppy.
She wasn't against miracles; she just had to wait for it.
And she was awfully good at waiting.
And they couldn't even tell her from an imposter.
(Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, it seemed.)
With brown hair.
She put in a year of effort, was ripped from her body for them and they think that idiot's biting wit was her? Please, she'd done more damage with plastic fangs. It's a strange combination to be disgusted and pissed off at the same time...
... but Sam still listens to her, and not the skank wannabe who was too short and too dumb and as docile as a neutered puppy.
She wasn't against miracles; she just had to wait for it.
And she was awfully good at waiting.