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[knifetotheface]

[The feed turns on to show the crackling warm glow of what appears to be an impromptu fire, the glittering of scales, some amount of blood on the snow on the ground, and a lot of liquor bottles.

Oh, and Jo and Cas, sitting against what appears to be a dead baby dragon.

Jo herself is cradling a gun, sitting with her legs crossed, and she’s loading the

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[expunger]

Concern for him is ridiculous.

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[expunger]

Fascinating. Do go on.

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[wingsandwill]

no need to prove it to you

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[knifetotheface]

Oh, shut the fuck up.

[SCREW YOUR TEXT, SHE IS TOO DRUNK FOR YOU.]

I'm not drunk enough to deal with your high and mighty bullshit today, Princess Peach. Go sink your PMS into another goddamn castle.

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[expunger]

[Yeah well fuck you too, this shit is text.]

Your belligerence is only more charming for your drunk state.

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[knifetotheface]

Look, if you're gonna come in and rain on our awesome parade, you may as well man up and stop this texting-cheap-insults bullshit, 'cause I've got better things to do than waste my time talking to someone I'd really rather shoot.

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[expunger]

The phrase "man up" is meaningless to us.

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[knifetotheface]

Wow.

Even Cas gets that one.

Are you seriously that far behind on the learning curve?

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[expunger]

I understand it. That does not make it less stupid.

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[knifetotheface]

Your veiled threats against Dean aren't exactly rocket science material, either.

[She's stalking it like no tomorrow, thanks.]

Back off.

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[expunger]

I was not threatening Dean.

Will you never learn that angels do not respond to you rats' angered squeaking?

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[knifetotheface]

Funny, 'cause I think humans are the ones that win the day over you feathered sons-a-bitches.

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[expunger]

You did have an admirable vantage point from Heaven.

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[knifetotheface]

[She stares into the camera evenly. She can't see Raphael, but she knows Raphael can see her.]

I don't regret a damn thing I've done. Death included.

And I'm sure I enjoyed hearing you screw up your grand master scheme to blow up the planet twice over from angel radio central.

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[expunger]

Fascinating.

[And that sound you heard was the sound of Raphael not caring. This is about all the "trash talk with an inebriated infant" she needs for a lifetime.]