"I want Lucifer...But I don't know how safe it is to call him,"Halbrek managed, then remembering she was a war demoness and not a wimp, she rose slowly and stiffly, teeth grinding all the while. "What I want is to go to a bar and try to get drunk. If I drink enough...if we drink enough...perhaps we can manage. No, Castiel my love I don't wish to see your human pets. I want to drink until I forget that she got her hands on me again...and hurt me...I want to forget that she tore our baby right out of me that I was somehow unaware of carrying."
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She.would.not.cry. Instead she clutched Castiel's arm for all she was worth and struggled to remain upright. "And Castiel...I love you...for staying with me...I am so sorry she got you and dragged you into this."
Would that be as easy to say if the situation were less screwed? Perhaps.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat