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                  “I’m not saying I’m gonna mess her up,” she’s still getting used to tea instead of coffee. Keeps her from buzzing off the earth’s surface, that boundless Slayer energy she can’t seem to shake. More sizzle in her nervous system than any living hunter, and she’s trying her best to skirt around it, kick stimulants, “I’m just done with her crap. The hell does she think she is?”

    Castiel has weasled. He's not known for it, at least he hopes he's not. To weasle your way to what you want is not becoming a soldier of his rank but Dean is harder to maneuver around when you have no ability disappear into thin air and do as you please.

His conversation with Faith still chimes inside him like church bells. He's to be in the field. They need him. All hands in, isn't that what she said? Well. His only mistake was to not voice his troubles earlier to the one chattering monkey among the who might give him permission to directly ignore his husband's wishes. And should Dean lose his temper? Well. He doesn’t like Faith, anyway. Where is the sin?

And so Cass is to be found in the war room at a table that's lit a giant map beneath it's surface. He has Sam's bag for the gym and is liberally filling it with all manner of slaying tools. Holy water? Check. Communion wafers? What? Why. Check. Stakes and guns. He's making careful work of it but even distracted he still feels her presence in the room, "Buffy."

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                Jace wasn't in a particularly aggressive mood, until he was jumped in an alley not far from the festival in the center of town. Almost midnight and they haven't stopped with the fireworks, the patriotic country music. It's not a life he understands, and he doesn't really care, if he's being honest. All he cares about is whatever the hell it is that's beating the living tar out of him, right now.

"What do you want?" one ability that's served him well? Managing to sound calm when he's anything but. Sure as hell doesn't look it, though. Bruised jaw, hair flopping down over his eyes. He's only barely dodging every other punch, and the kicks are coming out of nowhere. It's too dark to see, and he'd say he's got a rune for that but whatever the hell it is that's attacking him knocked his stele out of his hand early in the fight.

             "She's a vampire, yes. That doesn't make her evil. You need to lower your weapon and stand down."

OZ  PULLED  HIMSELF  UP  FROM  THE  LIBRARY  FLOOR  ,  groaning  slightly  .  head  spinning  just  slightly  ,  he  reached  for  the  cage  wire  ,  pulling  himself  to  his  feet  ,  bare  skin  touching  the  COLD  ground   ,  grateful  for  the  towels  will  had  put  up  for  his  privacy  .  blinking  in  the  harsh  light  as  morning  had  finally  broken  ,  his  hand  went  to  the  back  of  his  neck  ,  nursing  the  ache  that  was  sitting  in  .  where  ...  where  were  his  clothes  ?  blinking  for  a  moment  ,  he  looked  out  &&  saw  buffy  sitting  with  her  back  to  him  ,  book  in  hand  .  he  cleared  his  throat  ,  hoping  she’d  notice  he  was  AWAKE  .