Well, that had gone well. Cassie exited the nest, not crying as much or as often anymore, but definitely down in the dumps. Not only was Billy gone, but she didn't think and said a bunch of shit that made the hundreds upon hundreds year old vampires get emo. So, totally, not her intention. Not even a little bit
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"Hey," Dean says, leaning slightly to see her face. He's not dense; he can tell something's up. "Something wrong?"
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"I went to hang out and he was gone. It didn't even look like he'd lived there."
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"... Hell, I'm sorry, Cassie," Dean says, and hey, okay, he can wrap an arm around her shoulder this once, because she deserves some sort of comfort.
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Cassie turned, wrapping her arms around his waist, burying her face against his shoulder. "I didn't even get to say anything before he left...."
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He doesn't know what to say, though. So he'll just... be a silent support.
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"I think I'd like to get drunk now," Cassie says softly, looking up at Dean with the Hack version of puppy eyes.
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"Now drunk I can do." He replies, ruffling her hair a little. "C'mon. Hatches aren't fair."
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"Okay," she nodded, releasing his waist, falling into step beside him. "So, like, do you know where all the hatches are? For all your booze-hatching needs?"
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Dean snorts at her question, and stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket. "Yeah, something like that. Not a drunken hobo anymore, but for when I was, yeah."
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"This isn't gonna make you fall off the wagon or whatever, is it? Drinking with me?" she asked, not wanting her being miserable to be the cause for Dean to get in any sort of trouble.
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