I'M ANGRY ABOUT THIS

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"I am going to kill you slowly."

Her argument didn’t exactly help her case this time. Admitting that things went wrong on her hunts awarded her an eye-roll from the driver. Sure things go wrong, hunts aren’t always perfect, but certain safety measures should be followed. “And a lead on what—huh? Vengeance—revenge?!”

Cara looked down, her jaw tight, “When vengeance and revenge are all you have left, when they define who you are - yeah, you go where the lead takes you. You do whatever’s necessary.”

"You're so ready to sacrifice yourself for this--this demon that you're hunting and you're not even trying to be level headed about it!" Dean's fists clutch the steering wheel as he drew a sharp breath in through his nose. Calming himself, his grip loosened and voice lowered. "You'll find her and every single one of those bastards that helped her, but you've gotta be safe doing it."

"Yeah, that's great," he muttered, "That's just great. Rock on, Garth."  Talking sex with other guys was nothing, but Garth was--well, Garth. Which made the whole topic feel awkward.

"I am going to kill you slowly."

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Laura didn’t know why she was in the high school. Really shouldn’t be a place where everyone knew you were dead and all… Then again, everyone that the Hales’ were dead and the stories she hears, it wouldn’t be unusual if someone came back from the dead. Heading down to the gym, a place no one usually came to unless they had class. She almost laughed at the coach but didn’t follow his orders and watched him from a distance.

The gym doors swung open as he quieted the few students he had for the class period. "Are you Greenberg?" He called across the court to the young lady, the schedule said to watch out for Greenberg-- something about the student being a pain. His question was followed by a gesture for her to come over to him.

"There was a nick in your damn devil’s trap. That son of a bitch could have broken through and killed your ass at any moment." Dean growled, hands tight on the string wheel of his precious impala. Even the slightest altercation to the symbol could allow a demon to break free. Dean was just glad he’d gotten there in time.

Cara shook her head, “I would’ve figured it out. I would’ve handled it. I mean, do you honestly think that’s the first time something’s gone wrong mid-hunt? It happens. But finding a lead like that doesn’t.”

Her argument didn't exactly help her case this time. Admitting that things went wrong on her hunts awarded her an eye-roll from the driver. Sure things go wrong, hunts aren't always perfect, but certain safety measures should be followed. "And a lead on what--huh? Vengeance--revenge?!"