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[ Dean is making this brief for a variety of reasons. But he sadly doesn't care enough to make this anything but video - audio and text just seem like far too much effort, and so Dean can be seen boozing it up with a half empty bottle of whiskey he received from the gods.

Someone's been drunk a lot lately.

Big fuckin' deal. ]

So, I kind of happen to have an angel buddy who's in need of a lay. Anyone want to lend a hand?

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[She has a bottle of wine but she can't bring herself to open it...Her reputation is on the line.]

You gonna bring it by?

[She's really trying to get him off the phone and save Cas from more embarrassment, though she might be too late for that.]

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[ Dean is clueless to all of these things. He just thinks she wants in on his whiskey because uh, booze. ]

You want me to?

[Well, she does also want booze. But she's trying to be a pal.]

As long as you don't try to lock me in again.

[ See- he knew it. It's all about the booze. ]

Look, I stand by that decision. I'd do it again if I had to.

[She's allowed to have multiple motives.]

The hell you will.

[ THE HELL HE WILL INDEED.

Just gonna drink his booze on camera.

To show you how serious he is. ]

Wow.

[So mean, Dean. First this video post, now teasing Jo with your booze.]

[ It's not teasing, it's MEANING BUSINESS. ]

And i'm not changing my mind on that one.

[Teasing.]

You should.

Not gonna happen.

It doesn't work, why keep trying it?

Because maybe it'll start.

I'm never gonna just sit around and wait for the men to come back.

This doesn't have shit to do with the men, I don't want you dying again.

[ There you go. Just. Straight up. ]

[Her expression softens then and she sighs.]

People come back here. I'm not goin' anywhere, Dean. And I can be careful.

I'm not saying you can't be careful, but careful doesn't mean not dead.

You can't keep me locked away, Dean.

But I can keep you safe. [ There's a certain amount of pleading to it - a desperate quality that even Dean can't hold back on. Because while he knows he can't truly keep her safe, he damn well is gunning for the opportunity to not fuck it up all over again. ]

[She sighs quietly, giving the phone a soft look. She knows he still, somehow, blames himself. She's tried to fix that, but it's not working.]

And the way to do that isn't just not letting me do anything, Dean. I deserve more, right?

[ That's not fair, not in the slightest. At least.. Dean doesn't think so; he's trying so damn hard to do some good and all he knows is that it isn't working. It isn't enough. It keeps being not enough and grasping at straws is a pitiful attempt to keep a hold on a situation he has no control over. ]

You deserve everything you lost.

[ Everything I took away from you. ]

[It was a little dirty. She feels a little bad for it.]

I told you, Dean. I don't regret it. And I get a chance here, right? For more.

[ Dean lifts a hand and scrubs his face, frustrated, well aware that he was beat before this conversation started but unable to back the hell down. ]

For more living. That means keeping you that way.

And I can't really live if I'm always locked up.

[Dean, you have to see the logic in this. Right? ]

[ But why do you have to bring logic into it? ]

I'm thinkin' as long as we keep you with a heartbeat--

[She's trying to figure out how to make him understand...Obviously logic isn't working either.]

Dean, you can't be there all the time.

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