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[ Misty likes Dean. He was clear about his priorities, and tried everything he could to find out what happened to his friend. She still lied. She still had to, because she knew that this is exactly what would happen if Shauna got sent to the cages. Is she sorry that she lied to borrow another week for one of the only people who will ever really know her, and the only one of the girls to understand the woman she became?

No. Not even a little bit. Not for Dean, and not for anyone.

When he approaches her, it's on the grass behind her hut, knees pulled up to her chest and muttering to herself between wracking sobs. It's always gonna be your fucking fault, you should have done more, what the hell is wrong with you - wild and spiteful, until Dean's crunch through the dead leaves alerts her. She springs to her feet, eyes furious. ]

What do you want?

[ It sounds feral, like a large cat about to pounce. ]

Look, I'm sorry for interrupting your grieving process, but you and I are stuffed. We've got the heads of wolves on us and I'm convinced we're not wolves. I don't gotta like how you played your first round. It blew up in your face the second. But, the way I see it, we're in this together. Whoever posed us assured that.

( He's half sincere. He doesn't trust her. Needs to be here for appearances and pretenses. )

I'm sorry for Shauna. If it helps, I voted for August.

[ It does help. It means he's not etched into a shit list set in stone, it means that he can do the bare minimum of not enabling the beheading of a teenager. At this juncture, with her heart and her hands sitting headless and cold, it's not enough to impress her. ]

I'm not sorry, if that's what you're fishing for. What I did kept Shauna's head on for another week.

I'm not on a fishing expedition. I'm here because we were both called out. And, because, you know I know what it's like to lose your people.

( But, he will let her go at her own pace. Cry. Yell at him. She'll get her head in the game eventually. )

Dean, I don't care if they threaten me. They've already taken everything.

[ And cry she does, even if she tries, frantically to wipe it away. ]

I want the alpha's head on a fucking stick. The game's not enough.

Well, who is it, Misty.

( See? This isn't getting them any answers, is it? Buck up. Wake up. Granted, Dean will be very distracted tonight, but for now, he has his eye on the prize. )

I don't know! [ Shrieking, wild. ] You think I'd be here, if I did?

I think you landed yourself here.

( But. )

And I think if the Alpha didn't go after Shauna, we'd be having a different conversation.

[ It makes her blood boil, and her eyes dart madly, looking for a rock to smash against his head, or a stick sharp enough to pierce an organ. Two heads, two hands, two colossal fuck ups. He doesn't need to tell her that it's her fault. She knows. ]

Make your point.

My point, is to let yourself have this. And then set it aside. And focus. The alpha did this to fuck with you. Maybe all of you. Stop thinking like a woman protecting her children and think like the shrewd know-it-all you are. You're capable of parsing through this, of having real conversations and coming to some real conclusions. But, you gotta let everything else go.

So. Take this time. And find me when your anger can be useful.

You came to give me a pep talk?

[ Misty wipes her tears on her sweater, eyebrows still creased in anger, her default, with two dead girls on her hands. ]

Thanks. I guess.

[ Her leg bounces, a kind of nervous jittering, forcing herself to think, think about something other than ripped heads and scared faces and a heart between her teeth. ]

Are you a good person, Dean? Because when I find him, I won't be.

Are any of us?

( His brother Sam's a good person. He likes to think he is. He spared Chuck. He has mercy. That's what Cas saw in him. )

Cas would want me to be.

I didn't ask what Cas wants. I asked if the anger you're asking for is something you can handle.

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You got no idea.

( She doesn't. )

But we're not judge, jury and executioner. We do this by the book. We gather the evidence. We accuse. And we rally. And lobby. Don't take things into your own hands and for god's sake, stay away from Ren.