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[cholesterol]

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delivery - stuck between the door frame

[homosexuals]

[it shouldn't be a text. a phone call feels impersonal, and he thinks dean would be liable to hang up anyway - which he'd fully deserve. in person would be best, and yet - he doesn't know that dean would want to see him, either. all the kindness he'd shown in helping hawk to kick the blood, and this is how he was repaid? intentional or otherwise, it's gotta be a kick in the teeth.

so there's a letter, several days after the burnt husk of his corpse is dragged back to the manor and he's alive, more or less. the nightmares are different now - flames licking at his feet, smoke choking his lungs in near darkness. sometimes it's not even him and instead it's tim in his place while he and harry stand helplessly by. not dean's problem, though.]

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏,

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 - 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒.

𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡.

𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑢𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 "𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙" 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠.

𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒'𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ.

𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓𝑓, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 - 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑡.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎 𝑜𝑛𝑒-ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑠.

𝐴𝑠𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟. 𝑀𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛.

-𝑯𝒂𝒘𝒌

@robert.plant

[cholesterol]

( he crumples the note up and tosses it in a wastebasket. after reading it.

it's like the mark. or a demon possessing you. it's you but it isn't. you're influenced. you say or do something you'd never, not to that person, but under the circumstances.

he lets it go. it doesn't need carrying and, really, cas deserves the apology, not him. )

Who's Rosie?

[homosexuals]

[he's not expecting any kind of a response, much less that one, but - ]

Rosie Balfour. She's a sweet girl. Think she might end up with a crush if a good-looking guy like you talks to her, though.

[cholesterol]

Haven't really talked to the Balfours since the first day I scandalized Portia with my idea of campside blacktie.

You and me, we're square.

[homosexuals]

She'll get over it. Rosie's not like that.

...What you did for me - I wasn't trying to take advantage. I don't remember any of it. I didn't know, or I never would have asked. Never would have put myself in a position to betray you like that.

You ever decide we aren't square again, and I'll get it. I'd even welcome it, at this point. None of it feels right.

But thank you, all the same.

You want a few beers? Come on by at the Hex Club. On the house for the foreseeable future.

[out of his check more like, but it's the least he can do.]

[cholesterol]

Just her mom? ...Is it her mom?

I know. I did what I did and I don't regret it. You needed drying out. There's no better expert than me.

Cut the sadsack self deprecating crap. We're good.

Yeah.

Never been. Shit. I'll take that. Not sure how anybody else is paying, unless it's like in sexual favors, and then, we'll see how good the hooch is.

Kidding.

Kind of.

You in the Hex Club now?

[homosexuals]

Yep, the Mom. I mostly steer clear.

I did - and I owe you. I mean it. There's a lot of people that would like a favor from Hawkins Fuller, and I want you to take advantage of it when you figure out what you want it to be.

That's next door at the Pink Slip. Hex Club's a little more above board, but I've gotcha.

Yeah. All night. Come on by.

[cholesterol]

She didn't love my idea of black tie, but in my defense, the house burned down.

Fine. I got an IOU. I'll remember.

Still doesn't explain how anybody pays, but, sure. Yeah, I'll come by.

( While he doesn't have anything better to do, he does actually want to see him in person. Make good on everything he means. Maybe he'll tell a story or to about shit he's done, or Cas, or Sam. Hell, name someone in his life that hasn't gone down that road.

He saunters in about fifteen minutes later, when he deduces where it is.

He gives a nice, long appraising whistle as he approaches the bar, sliding onto one of the seats. )

Woulda' been here sooner, but I popped my head into The Pink Slip. Really stuck the landing with the name. Hey, Hawk.