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[cholesterol]

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[cholesterol]

She'll have to go through me.

( And he means it. )

Why would wolf you off Shauna and then place it on your own bed?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Plausible deniability.

( Ren swallows some bile. )

Think about it. I had two people in my bed. That sounds like an alibi. Not just my boyfriend who would lie for me, but Dom, who's friendly with Melissa.

[cholesterol]

Except, we all know there are no alibis. I'm sorry. Sleeping isn't an alibi. Sleeping with someone else. Not an alibi.

( She needs to understand. )

[ragesagainsttheodds]

You don't suspect the girl with a head at the foot of her bed, Dean. That's a victim. Perfect way for a killer to throw people off her scent.

And we don't all know. Some of the girls were asking incredibly basic questions last time to try and throw me under the bus for accusing Shauna. I don't trust them to not do the same.

[cholesterol]

Do you think you did it.

( Are you asking him to do something for you? )

[ragesagainsttheodds]

No.

( Sharply. Firmly. )

I've got a role. I know I'm not a wolf.

But I've only told Gale. Everyone else thinks I'm open season.

[cholesterol]

What's your role?

( It's now or never in the trust department, at this point, but he can't help if he doesn't know everything. )

[ragesagainsttheodds]

It's shit. It doesn't even do anything. The Storyteller.

( She sighs heavily. )

They told me I had to get someone to say a word and I'd get a reward. But I haven't been given shit. Just the knowledge I ain't a wolf.

[cholesterol]

Did they say the word?

( Is it bird? )

Maybe it's still coming.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Yeah. I managed to get them to say it without questioning me or figuring out that I got them to say it. That was part of it. It all had to be a secret.

Shit, right? ( She sighs. ) I was hoping they'd give me a gun at least.

[cholesterol]

From your mouth.

( But not to Chuck's ears. )

You can stay here as long as you want. We just may not be alone.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Am I cramping your style? Who else--?

( pls not Misty. )

[cholesterol]

No, what style. ( It's a fucking slovenly hole. In a commune. ) Hawk's... going through something. If he needs a place, it'll be here.

( Coming down from vampire blood. )

He helped you out, right? You trust him?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

( Ren stands immediately. )

Yeah, no, I don't trust him as far as I could throw him.

( Because he knows the truth of her nature. )

[cholesterol]

( What is he missing? He slowly stands, too. )

What'd he do?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

When I was poisoned out my fuckin' brain? He was trying to get Devon to admit I was a wolf.

( Werewolf. But that's besides the point. She's slipped into thr practiced lies of omission. )

Told his boyfriend Tim that I was too so he could spread it about.

And after the first round of killings? Armand used him as an alibi. That guy is a vampire.

[cholesterol]

( Here's a problem. Armand was his alibi. Now Dean is convinced. A real one. That is a rock, a hard place, and a freakin headache. )

What about Sam. You know Sam? Carpenter?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

I'm going.

Sorry Dean, but, I can't--

( And with surprising speed; she's out the door. )

[cholesterol]

Jesu -

( But, he stops himself. Not Christ. Not today. One thing at a time. )