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"Don't recall any complaints from you."
"Don't recall braggin 'bout it either."
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"You really said that?"
"Yep." My voice comes out blunt as my finger spitefully flips a page. "All our issues are minuscule to the grandure of the Winchester's and all their heavenly glory."
"... that's a statement and a half."
I try to focus on summising the journal entry from Crowely's son, Gavin, but my minds racing. Taping the end of my pen I glance towards my cell. No missed calls or messages from either of them for a week. The saintly part of me loathes the idea I went too far, but the spitful bitch within screams that she wants to go further knowing neither of them have reached out to either of us. Everytime they were hellbound we pulled together to save them but with the rolls reversed on Bobby they're nowhere in sight.
It's infuriating given the mountains I moved to save them. If I lose Bobby to this deal I'm gonna go feral. On demonkind, monster kind, and those fucking self-involved Winchesters. Of all the deeds we've committed in the name of saving them you'd think they'd have the loyalty to return the a favour. That alone leaves a bitter taste in my mouth I can't wash out.
"You should be the bigger person."
Reeling my neck back and out of the journal, I scoff "Absolutely not." Pointing the ballpoint towards Bobby, I vow "Once we break you outta this contract I'm hexing the entire Winchester bloodline for the rest of eternity which won't be rather long considering I'll be the one to kill them."
Raising his bushy brows, Bobby still finds it in his to chuckle "How incredibly empathetic of you Eleanor."
"I beg to differ," I drop my gaze back to the paperwork under my thumb. "I feel it was incredibly empathetic to not skin Dean- Douchnozzle- Winchester alive when he called me a selfish bitch."
"And what did you call him to elicit that response, hmm?"
Lifting my gaze I find Bobby staring at me with a knowing look across his desk. Biting my bottom lip I roll it between my teeth. The words quiet under my breath. "Told 'em they're selfish pricks like John." Bushy brows flying up into his cap, I leap onto defence. "It's true!"
