genessia | [text then audio] | Backdated to not long after opening Moriarty's gift.

[The first is a text. He's not going to private, because the asshole will know and he knows you'll know. ~~And is entirely nothing to do with the fact he's only seen you on encrypted message channels. Of course not.~~]

I'm done playing nice. I don't care what it takes, you're a dead man.

[He literally doesn't care what it takes. This is not a side of him any of the city has seen yet, and they really don't want to.]

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[There's a pause between the text going out and the audio. The audio is meant to be private, but.... it's not. He's too busy staring at the smouldering ashes that used to be his house to really work. Suddenly he's four again and it's gone, it's all gone. He doesn't feel the loss any less than the first time around - he's just so relieved the others weren't in the house - and he feels just as numb. The tone is trying for normal..... and pretty much misses it by a goddamned mile.]

I wouldn't ask unless I had to... Mom and Angel need a place to stay for [There's a sigh] God, I don't know. Can you help?

[Not that it really matters to who right now, so long as he knows you and trusts you, he might be accepting offers from anywhere he could call safe enough. For them. He's got some fucking hunting to do.]

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Just...take Angel. I know you're going after him, I want to go too.

[Never mind the fact it's been over ten years since she's actually hunted anything and she'd probably just get in the way...]

No. [You don't even get a chance to breathe before he's answering. He knew you were going to want to come. but some things a man has to do alone - especially if he's going to be eternally distracted by worrying that his mother is okay and trying to keep her from danger. Plus the fact he'd like to be able to do whatever the hell he neds to without worrying about hiding it from her.] You're not coming.

[No? No? Turning to face him, her expression is warring between being confused and wanting to break down.]

Dean, this was my home too and any of us could have been in there...I'm going after him.

Don't forget that I was doing this long before you were even a thought.

No, you're not. You want to help, I know, but the best way you can help is to stay safe.

Forget it, Dean. I'm coming whether you like it or not.

You're not coming with me. [He knows it's better that she stays. He's also pretty aware that as true as the above statement is, it's not going to be enough to convince her to stay. Stubbornness is definitely a family trait.

He takes a breath, physically and mentally. Although, he's aware in a distant kind of way that what's about to come out of his mouth should never come out of his mouth.... he can feel bad about it once he's killed this asshole.] I need to focus, not keep having to make sure you're keeping up. You ran out on hunting ten years or so before that night, and what you've done here has been minimal. You might be trained, but you're unpracticed, and that makes you sloppy.

you're staying.

[Oh, he couldn't have hurt her more if he slapped her. Visibly recoiling, she can't help a hurt expression before schooling her features into a blank mask.]

Fine.

But when you realize you need help and you can't do this alone, you can call me.

[And now she was determine to push herself to get back to where she used to be.]

[He shoves the bad feeling seeing her recoil and shut herself off deep down. Later later later. He'd known it was gonna hurt her, but right now he can't be backtracking if he wants to get anywhere.]

Fine. [He won't.] But until then? You stay safe. And don't go running off trying to prove a damned point.

I may respect that you're grown now, Dean...but don't treat me like a child in return. There are some things I won't stand for and I deserve more respect than that.

[Way to piss her off, Dean.]

[...Whoops. He can't help it, it's a thing.

He briefly considers ignoring it, but then he just can't. He's already made her feel crappy enough as it is.] Sorry. [It's the only apology you'll get out of him today. His gaze moves over to the young girl, and two things seem to be warring in him for the best course of action as he takes a moment to chew on his lip. And then he's back to Mom and he sighs.] Please, can we just go? [That is also a conversation he's not going to be looking forward to having.]

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