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[theresnodoor]

Rachel has yet to find what useful purpose Dean serves to this world or any other. So far his driving skills, propensity for violence, and taste in music has been far outweighed by the pure annoying of his personality.

The number of punches she's dealt his shoulder has multiplied ever since she hit her head, too. Maybe Jo was attracted to men that tried to baby her but Rachel would take a monster over a concerned individual any day of the week.

Which is why she had no problem with stealing one of Dean's guns after they'd made camp and he'd gone off to-- do whatever it was he was going to do. Se has her own, of course, but it doesn't serve her purpose.

It isn't shiny.

"Mort?" Rachel frowns and glances over her shoulder to make sure no one's around to see her acting like a crazy woman, talking to a gun. "C'mon, I need to talk to you."

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[theresnodoor]

"No, you ducked," Rachel points out in a growl.



--only to stare.

Abruptly, Rachel is just as calm, just as quiet. But with hands fisted tightly at her sides.

"I have been trying to get you to leave since you got here," she points out, very soft, even with her voice trembling. "And now... you're telling me... that I need to get out of your face, you egotistical," her voice rises, "hypocritical," a little louder, growled, "nosy fucking," and shouted, "bitch!

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Well," Steph says, calmly and coldly, "it's going to be a little hard to get on my bike with you looming over me like that, isn't it?"

The insults get nothing; the shouting gets nothing. She's too busy being dismayed by her own reaction. It never seemed bad before, how easy she finds turning to violence, but standing in front of Rachel and seeing ... what she desperately doesn't want to be her future... it's a problem.

[theresnodoor]

Rachel's teeth clench, jaw setting, and it takes her a moment to actually speak.

"I'm only standing in front of you. Turn around and go."

She doesn't trust her not to sneak back and spy on her, like she's going to kill a fluffy innocent bunny.

...which she won't, if only because it's Dean's turn to hunt.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph glares at her, and pointedly doesn't turn her back as she moves to get on the bike.

Some kind of parting shot would be appropriate here, but -- she's just not really up to it. Too angry. Too upset.


... besides, it's occurred to her that if Rachel were to morph bird she could reach the farm well before Steph could stop her. She wants to be with the babies if the psycho vigilante -- because that's what Rachel is, whether she likes it or not -- attacks them.

The bike kicks up a cloud of dust as she roars off back towards the farm.

[theresnodoor]

A girl, a monster like Rachel, would react to this by watching Steph until the dust has settled and the lights of the bike are lost in the darkness, then retreat to the woods to find something to fight, even if it's just a tree to bruise her hands and split her knuckles on with training.


Which does not at all explain why, once it's dark again, Rachel deflates, picks up Dean's gun, and wanders back to the Impala. She puts the gun carefully back where she'd picked it up, in the backseat by Dean's bags. She sits down over by the fire, on the blanket she'd picked up at the last shop, and lies back with her eyes on the stars.

And rubs her face with both hands, as if that might wipe her mind, or her memory, clean.