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, 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.

[bloodcursedseer]

Yeah guess.

[She shakes her head.] It's cool. I'm used to it from Gramps. [She means Bobby of course.]

[diana_abel]

I hope that doesn't mean I look like your grandfather.

sorry no icon change lately actually plannin on goin' back to bed.

[bloodcursedseer]

Yeah... no. [She snickers a little.] It's just the nickname he uses for me that's all. I get spared from Ijiot, idiot and moron. Those are all Colt, Dad and Dean.

((ooc: but will tag back when I get up.))

No worries!

[diana_abel]

You'd have to have serious cojones to call Dean a moron.

To his face.

((ooc: yay! having a blast!))

[bloodcursedseer]

Seen Bobby do it a few times, but he was acting like one at the time. I could probably get away with it on pure principal I'm blood.

But a few thousand miles between us when I do it just seems safer ya know.

((Same here, it's been a while since I pulled her and her brother out.))

[diana_abel]

Oh, I've heard of the infamous Bobby! From Dean!

He kinda took care of the boys, right?

((ooc: if you ever want to toss one of them into a game setting, you should check out Throne of Shadows. We have two Deans, an adult Ben, a Cas, and a Sam on reserve!))