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Suptober25 - Day 6 - Campfire

Dean sharing with Cass another everyday bit of human joy.

wine-drunk & running from the night itself

“We also wouldn’t have to kill you. You of all people should know about vampiric abilities - do you think we couldn’t stop you without resorting to murder? All we’d have to do is lock you in here -”

“I can pick a lock. I could break the door down.”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed, and the crinkle between his brows deepened. Simon couldn’t help but notice it, wanted to smooth it out with his fingertip, unmarr the marble of his skin. “Then we’d catch you - you know vampires are unnaturally strong - and we’d simply have to tie you up, probably only by the wrists, to keep you from being a threat -”

“And if I cut the rope?”

“Are you trying to justify your own murder to me?”

". . . No."