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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. ]

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[ 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.

[kickingand]

[ 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. )