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[Inches away. Ahah. :\]

We need to talk. [AKA I'm going to beat you up now, hi.]

About? [brb stalling forever.]

You know what about. [She may be tiny, but she's very violent. Sorry, Dean.]

I'm not seeing what I need to explain myself for, actually.

How are you not seeing what's wrong with the picture? [Smacks upside the head] Idiot.

Ow! Jesus, y'don't gotta hit me. [Grumble.]

Look, nothing I say is gonna make you any less irritated at me, so why don't you get the yelling part over with?

Yeah, I do. [Will now proceed to literally knock him on his ass.]

Do you even know what the hell you're doing? Nevermind the fact that last time we talked about this, you weren't interested and you told me you wouldn't go there.

[Dean will fall on his ass now.]

I was drunk, had no idea what I was talking about. Hell, I don't know if it's a good idea, but y'know what, maybe I don't care if it's a good idea or not.

The hell do you care for?

Because I don't want to watch you make stupid decisions and hurt everyone around you, you idiot.

I thought it was bad enough that you took a teenager away from her nice, safe home and dragged her into the middle of a war that none of us can even come close to handling, and introduced her to the literal hell on Earth that a hunter lives, but I stayed mostly quiet about it, besides telling her to grow up when she needed it, and she still does, because you know, it wasn't really any of my business. But this? Dean. She's a kid.

She volunteered. She wanted out of the life she had before, and considering what I've heard, I don't blame her. She wanted out, and we gave her the option.

Besides, it's not like she doesn't have all the Archangels watching out for her. And I've kept her safe. I'm not about to let her become demon bait, alright?

[There's guilt in his expression though.] She's old enough to make her own god-damned decisions. Quit making me sound like I'm molesting her.

She may have wanted to go, Dean, but that doesn't make it right. It was a bad decision then, and considering how things are now? It's just digging you into a deeper hole.

She's eighteen, but legal adult or not, you've physically got 12 years on her, and that's a big difference when someone's still a kid. And that's not even counting how much you aged when you were down in the pit. Do I need to remind you how long you were down there? There's no way around the fact that you're that much older than her, and she's still in her teens. She might be making her own decisions, but you should know better.

What, I was supposed to tell her no?

[Ouch, bring out Hell, that almost earns a wince.] ... It doesn't count. That. I didn't...

[Silence, then a growl.] Fine. Fine, what do you want me to do, tell her I can't 'cause I'm too old? Watch her cry? Fine. Whatever you say, Grace.

Yes. If she wanted out, she could have found a way. A less dangerous, fucked up way.

[Trust Grace to know how to drive a point home. At least she hasn't really hurt him physically?] I want you to do the responsible thing. And it's not just because of the age difference. There's too much other crap involved, and you know it. She's a good kid, Dean. But she's still a kid.

[Silence. He's got his back turned to her. He's not hurt physically, but he's definitely hurting.]

You're really gonna make me give this up?

I can't make you do anything.

I just....[sighs] Can't believe you think it's okay. Can't believe you even took someone that young away from a good, safe life and exposed them to the screwed up life we have.

It's not okay. Never said it was.

S'all I got, other than you and Sam.

What the hell does that have to do with anything?

Don't talk to me that way. [Irritated.]

It's nothing. Never mind.

If she's that important to you, you wouldn't risk ruining that.

I'm done talking about this.

I'm just trying to keep you both from getting any more hurt than what's going to happen no matter what.