#ichorbruised

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                                                             “ i’ve  got  this  sorted. ”

krissy had him wrapped around her finger, and she knew it. an oh-so-innocent smile graced the girl’s lips as she tilted her head up at dean. “whaaaat?” krissy said, mock offense dripping in her tone. “dean, i’m not doing anything like that! i just think that i’d be a good asset for you on this hunt.” 

“yeah,” krissy sighed. she wiped the blood off her cheek, looking down at the monster slain. “and something strong to drink. and maybe a shower too, i’m a mess.” 

emma refused to hunt. she didn’t want any part of it. she didn’t want to put herself in that kind of position. but dean still did - and she understand how some hunts were draining. or traumatizing. the girl nodded, sitting next to him and just. . . leaning her face against him. hugs were still new to her. “okay,” she replied. though, she didn’t understand why dean came to her for it - physical affection is not her forte. 

emma flinched. she didn’t realize she was making a face. her eyes averted, training on the ground. she was trying to understand how to just. . . be a kid. not someone in a cult. not a warrior. not a monster. but a kid. “sorry.” 

cassie sighed. dean was very good at that pout, and it tugged at her heartstrings. “must you do that?” cassie complained lightly. “you are unfairly good at that.” she lightly poked his nose, a smirk threatening to pull at her lips. “fine. fine! you win. i give in.” 

a sulk pulled at cassie’s lips, knowing that he couldn’t resist. and just to push the dagger in a little more, she looked up at him under long lashes. “please?” she asked, using her voice she knew he loved. “i’m just really craving some pasta right now.”