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[ Dean's not truly sure what his idea of high school is supposed to be, or even what it was at the time. The boys home was a shameful place of refuge, another thing he never speaks on because it's off the beaten path, because it doesn't fit with the rest of his life, as if it's running just sideways to everything else. Like Lisa, it's not a story he's willing to tell to anyone, because he just doesn't know what to do with the idea of lost comfort when it was never his to begin with.

Though, it has to be said that Dean knows his childhood was a fucking mess, just like he knows it was in equal measure for Sam. Nothing could have stopped the way his father taught Sammy to hold a gun against the demons that were so obviously waiting in his closet and nothing could have changed Dean's dire need to go on hunts with their father in a way where he was included. How could school have possibly mattered in any of that when Dean was solely obsessed with becoming, one day, the man who raised him.

It mattered enough for him to get his GRE but even that feels a farce - education means nothing to Dean past the sad lie of normalcy, something he lost years ago, and it didn't mean anything to him then either. Just like the idea of prom, it was all idiotic and unnecessary and Kate's words make him actually manage a laugh, the booze opening him up to humor in a way he doesn't usually find. ]

Get high on the back lawn? Yeah, sounds like my kinda shindig. [ Because admitting to even more bad behavior is the best way to make friends. ] Tryin' to think if we even would'a been allowed to go.

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[ Admitting to bad behaviour is a flawless way to make friends, at least when they're the last person who can judge that kind of behaviour. Even if getting high had never been her thing beyond a brief try once or twice behind the school building. It still sounds better than the awkwardness of teenage dance events. ]

... You here for the fireflies? [ It's hard to keep track of everyone and when and where they all met after a while, and the events blur together without a proper date system. But when speaking of highs it's hard to forget the little fuckers buzzing around her head like some weird halo. ]

[kickingand]

[ Not everyone is aware of Dean's drug useage - even Sam is oblivious to it at times, lets Dean get away with having pills without a perscription, things he shouldn't be taking to keep him going or put him down for the count. Weed was never an attempt to be rebellious so much as it was... well, something that did the trick when nothing else did.

Mostly, Dean just does what he wants. Drugs included.

But he gives a couple of nods at the question before he wrinkles his noses in slight distaste. If only because they came from the gods. ] Think that was right around when Cas and I made it through the door. I gave him mine, he's still got 'em alive and kickin'.

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( yeah, don't bring the pills thing up in front of Kate. recreational drugs, ones that aren't prescription, she has little problem with but...

well, it's her career now, isn't it?

her eyes slip away from the present for a moment, rolling the empty shotglass around on the table. )

They were nice.

( it's been a long time since she hasn't worried about something. )

... He does? Thought they didn't live that long.

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Think he asked one of the gods to keep 'em alive for awhile longer. That or he just got lucky. [ Dean offers up a lazy grin before he leans back a bit in his chair and feels the world swim precariously, that edgy discomforting perfect kind of thing that means that nothing has to matter.

At least not for awhile. ]

Not that Cas ever gets lucky.

[ .... he's so funny. ]

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( yes, Dean, that's a great thing to say right now. Kate snorts, laughing in that way you do after a few too many drinks - somehow slurring even wordless sounds. oh dear. )

Sure he could if given time.

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[ Shut up it's the perfect thing to say. Considering you're talking to a guy whose-- well, at least one of his first concerns during the apocalypse was trying to get Cas laid. Which really doesn't help his case in the slightest but it's still 100% true.

But he very nearly rolls his eyes, that sort of thing that falls flat because he doesn't believe that in the slightest. And he's about to say so. ]

I'd put money on it taking more years than i've got fingers.

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( we all have ways of coping with the apocalypse, or something. Kate tilts the empty shotglass, as if considering that bet, because-

well, this one worked out well for her, right? )

Mm, nah. Not bettin' on that.

( because there's a very obvious solution sitting in front of her but, well. that's for Dean to figure out his damn self. )