because someone's not happy about muse choices.

[bloodcursedseer]

 Mun,

No Colt an' I don't need Dad in head space.  

And you're not gunna listen are ya?  Fine... But don't say I didn't warn you that it's a bad idea.  Though at least it's Sam and not our uncle.  I don't think I can handle two of him since Colt's just like him.

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[diana_abel]

Well, we're not really sure what Ben is. Besides a drug-addicted neanderthal.

Said with love.

[bloodcursedseer]

Okay if you're talking about my cousin... other than the drug addiction Neanderthal fits. He must have been a hellion for Aunt Lisa to raise on her own. Though he's tough, taught Colt a thing or two about fighting when we were kids.

[diana_abel]

[Diana gets quiet for a moment.]

Ben is your cousin...

Then that would mean...omigod. No way.

[bloodcursedseer]

Well we always call him that because Uncle Dean's fond of the kid.

That I'm Sam's kid? [Cassie nods] 'm Cassie by the way.

[diana_abel]

Well. This just got fifty shades of awkward.

Um...hi. I'm Diana. Nice to meet you Ca--

Wait. Were you named after someone?

[bloodcursedseer]

Naw, gets into the fifty shades when you add the grandparents into it. Though haven't really gotten a chance to talk to her.

[She laughs] No I'm not named after Castiel okay. My grandmother on my mom's side was Cassandra. She taught our Aunt then me magic. Aunt Trin was kinda how me an' Colt happened.

[diana_abel]

Well, I don't know how to say this right but...according to Ben, your dad and I were kinda...a thing.

[bloodcursedseer]

[This gets Cass to laugh] Dude, Dad wasn't in the picture until me and Colt were twelve, so really he had some girlfriends it's cool. We took his name by his request after mom died.

[diana_abel]

Okay. Slightly less awkward. But only slightly.

[bloodcursedseer]

Just takes the right kind of drink to get Dean talking if we got curious. Colt before we really started hunting was a bartender. Comes in handy now actually.

[diana_abel]

Some things never change. Dean's favorite pasttime is self-destruction by alcohol.

[bloodcursedseer]

And that's something that runs in the male genes. I've had to pull the bottle away from my brother several times.

[diana_abel]

Ben's taken it to the next level in Dagaz...

[bloodcursedseer]

And Dean hasn't boxed him one for it? [She shook her head.]

[diana_abel]

Neither of the Deans has caught him yet.

[bloodcursedseer]

Why does that not surprise me. [She touches the locket with it's hidden compartment and the drop of blood.]

The older generation kinda overlooks a lot with the younger.

[diana_abel]

What's that?

[bloodcursedseer]

Could say Dad's curse passed down. [She looks up, her eyes going smokey for a moment, but not fully black.]

And the reason not to turn all Vader. [She opened it to show off the photo of her parents, like hell she'd show the vial holding two drops of blood.]

[diana_abel]

[Sorry, Cassie, she can smell that blood.]

Magic?

[bloodcursedseer]

Little magic, little undivine intervention. Pretty sure if you've been around dad you know about the little christening gift he got.

[diana_abel]

Well aware.

So whose blood is that?

[bloodcursedseer]

A friend's. Don't worry they're still alive. I don't kill unless it's absolutely necessary. And that whole mental exorcism... Not my thing.

Though really the visions are a bitch.

[diana_abel]

Visions? What kind of visions?

[bloodcursedseer]

You know good people running into bad things. Sometimes Colt and I can get there in time, others... We're too late by hours or days.

[diana_abel]

Sounds like you were appropriately named, kiddo.

Was that weird? "Kiddo?" I just felt it.