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[Cass inhabiting the CTS isn't a new Barge occurrence, but it's not typical for her to go in looking upset and come out still... really looking upset. But here she is, sitting on the floor outside the CTS to catch her breath and wait for her legs to start working again because it's been a few hours now of nothing but punching and kicking and pushing herself so she wouldn't feel anything, but it's not really doing the job this time around.
So yeah, she's kind of brooding outside the CTS like any good Bat does after an upsetting day.]
[Private text to Dean]
Out.
[Spam for Merlin]
[She goes back into the CTS after her break, but it's still not enough. In the end she's just on her knees punching the floor until her hands are bleeding and that helps, finally. Only took her hours to get there. Finally she leaves the CTS and makes her way back home to wait for Merlin. He can fix her, her hands and her heart.
It's a bit surprising, though, that she runs into him in the hallway, him approaching the door from the other direction. Even after everything, she's able to smile when she sees him.]
Was just... gonna find you. Hi.
[Cass inhabiting the CTS isn't a new Barge occurrence, but it's not typical for her to go in looking upset and come out still... really looking upset. But here she is, sitting on the floor outside the CTS to catch her breath and wait for her legs to start working again because it's been a few hours now of nothing but punching and kicking and pushing herself so she wouldn't feel anything, but it's not really doing the job this time around.
So yeah, she's kind of brooding outside the CTS like any good Bat does after an upsetting day.]
[Private text to Dean]
Out.
[Spam for Merlin]
[She goes back into the CTS after her break, but it's still not enough. In the end she's just on her knees punching the floor until her hands are bleeding and that helps, finally. Only took her hours to get there. Finally she leaves the CTS and makes her way back home to wait for Merlin. He can fix her, her hands and her heart.
It's a bit surprising, though, that she runs into him in the hallway, him approaching the door from the other direction. Even after everything, she's able to smile when she sees him.]
Was just... gonna find you. Hi.
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4/6/13 23:04 (UTC)[Abruptly, the anger that had mostly drained away is back, his voice firm and harsher than he means it to be through his abused throat, but no weaker for any of that. He'll take a hundred beatings, he'll take a dozen death tolls, if it keeps her from ever really thinking that and now he sits forward slightly on the side of the infirmary bed where he's waiting to be discharged.]
None of this is your fault. Every choice he ever made, from the moment you were born to that bullshit stunt he pulled in the kitchens, to what he decided to do to me, to what he decides to do tomorrow, all of it, all of it is on him. You hear me? I don't ever wanna hear you blaming yourself because he decides to be a shitheel and a bully. He did this. Not you.
You hear me, Cass? [It's important to him that she hears him, that she believes him. He can never convince himself, after all. He has to convince her.]
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6/6/13 01:23 (UTC)Cain makes his own choices, yes. But she provided the push to make him decide violence was the way to respond to Dean. It was inevitable that they would clash, there's too much of Dean's own father in David Cain for them to avoid a confrontation at some point.
Cass being the catalyst for them fighting over how to be a man, how to be a parent? It's almost nauseating how unavoidable that is.]
Hear you.
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10/6/13 00:35 (UTC)He studies her for a few more long moments, and yes, he does know that she doesn't believe him. The anger that had subsided is beginning to simmer again, and his hand tightens on the ice pack, making the contents crackle.
His voice, though, is deceptively soft.]
Cass. I...
It's not your fault. [It's not our fault.]
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13/6/13 06:26 (UTC)[She's tried that before. It only reminds her that Father's Day is looming closer, the anniversary of the day she tried to beat her mother's name out of him and he'd wanted her to keep going until she killed him.
He'd gotten a flower instead. Bloody, broken face and a broken flower. Everything broken, all jagged edges. That's about how she feels right now.]
My problem, not yours. Don't worry. Just... rest.
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16/6/13 00:26 (UTC)[She's trying to withdraw on him, and while he gets that too, while he'd desperately like to go rest, there are more important things right now.]
We're friends, right? [She doesn't get the chance to refuse that - she's his friend, which means that even if he thought she wouldn't agree, it doesn't change what he has to say.] That means your problems are my problems. Friends don't let friends face bullshit alone.
I don't let friends face bullshit alone.