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Jesus christ. When does this damn curse wear off?

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Take it back. 

Take that back. 

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I don’t want him bugging you. And its either that or kill my mom. I’ll take the first one anyday.

Take that back. 

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Adam, no one cares or loves you. You are a worthless sack of bones and blood who hardly applies himself anymore due to feminine emotions. I sympathize. Now if you’re offering to take your own life, I suppose that would suffice. I do love annoying the Catholic church. 

Hush, Dean. Your turn will come. 

Stop talking to him. Walk away like the bigger guy, alright? He doesn't need your crap. 

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Adam, shut up, no way in Hell are you doin' that. 

War, screw off and leave him alone. Now. 

Adam, let me put this in perspective for you. Dean and Sam did not go after you or attempt to rescue you from the Cage. Instead they forgot about you, to be frank. Your mother, however, has never forgotten about you. I don’t see why you would protect your nonexistent half-brother over your dear mother. 

Let Dean suffer. He should take one for the team. 

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Wish I knew that… I probably could have ended it back in highschool…

Or if we never met you, you probably would still be havin' a blasty blast...I'm sorry. I mean all this crap, Sam and I didn't have a choice, and well, technically neither did you.

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Talk shit get hit, bitch.

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Miss me, darling? 

Not one bit, leave Adam along. You're a Horseman, not a demon, stop making deals.

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Well Sam is pretty smart. I hope so, dying a few times and all.

Yeah, signing a damn death certificate as you exit the womb, the whole drill. 

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Y’know, I’m still trying to figure that out, how I got pushed on up here. Doesn’t really matter now, does it?

I welcome it, kiddo. Can’t imagine what Crowley and daddy might have to say about it. 

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Wow, let me guess. War. 

Are we tormenting Dean Winchester? Is that what is going on over here? 

Shall I cut in? 

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Now tell me, Dean, can I validate my parking ticket before I ride you? I do love free rides but parking always costs something these days. 

Screw you. 

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I’m sorry you weren’t invited. I’m sorry you got there too late. I’m crying over it right now, I’m sorry I was the best lay daddy ever had.

Uh huh. I dare you, Dean. Come kill me. Put your money where your mouth is and do it, I dare you. All of the fucking fire you would bring with you, anything you ever hold any sort of value in would fall right to the ground so fast. You can, but you know you can’t.

Screw you and the asses you had to kiss to get here. 

You'd bet your life on that? The fire I have, the rage right now directed to you and all the sons of bitches in this town is growing pretty high. 

Expect the unexpected. 

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Sam said my attitude made me fit in… I can’t tell if your joking or not.

Well, he'd be right. Obviously you proved yourself. A Leviathan for you. A couple demons for Dad and Sam, and the party hasn't even started. I'm not. 

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Come off it, Dean. You’re the town’s bicycle yourself. Your dad wants a ride, Cas wants a ride, War wants a ride, Azazel wants a ride, etc, etc,. And they all got to ride. 

You're a sick son of a bitch, you know that? Do you even have a brain or is it all damn black goo. When is it gonna get through to you that your little opinion? A Leviathan's opinion? Doesn't mean more than the dirt underneath my fingernails. Are we done here or do you want me to go make some herbal tea for our little talk?

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Oh. Yeah. You should have gotten it earlier. I was a dick when we first met. Yeah, guess it just part of this family right?

I was an ass, lets not pull out the tissues just yet. Oh yeah, alongside the nightmares, trips to Hell, and oh! Obvious attractions to friggin' non-humans. Demons, angels, freakin' Leviathans. What next? Chewbaca?

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What’d you get… and when did he sell his soul? I figured I should give you some some day. Same here.

A year. For me, uh, second round down in the pit.  Better late than never. It's great, isn't it? Being cursed.