NOTHINGNESS.

I  WAS  THE  BEGINNING    &    I  WILL  BE  THE  END.

[amoralforce-a]

now      —      you  might  be  an  all  -  powerful  being    [...]    but  i  think  you’re  human  where  it  counts.

amoralforce:        independent,  selective,  very  low  activity    &    mutuals  only  writing  blog  for  amara    /    the  darkness  from  the  cw’s  supernatural  fandom.  built  of  canon  and  personal  headcanons.  brought  to  life  by  hope.  est.  august  2023.

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[amoralforce-a]

THIS  BLOG  IS  NOW  ARCHIVED.  YOU  CAN  FIND  AMARA  ON  HER  NEW  BLOG  AT:  @amoralforce

[amoralforce-a]

i’m  in  this  amazing  lil  server  with  some  incredible  people    &    talking  to  them  has  helped  me  realise  post  -  series  amara  would  totally  be  instafamous  through  running  a  travel  /  food  blog.    as  she  deserves.    chuck  would  die  so  mad  about  her  100k  followers.

[amoralforce-a]

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[monismemes]

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[marril96]

Supernatural 11.18 | Hell's Angel | deleted scene

[cainevesson]

AMARA SEEMS FAR TOO LENIENT WITH HER BROTHER, COMPARED TO WHAT CROWLEY WOULD DO. She's all the wiser for it, some might say, whereas the demon insisting he raised her like his own daughter loves revenge. Maybe he could be in less trouble, overall, if he ditched said love? Crowley hasn't returned more than an impassive simper to Amara's 'master storyteller' notion. Chuck's writing sucks ass — is how he puts it. In his head, dirty little secret, not so much a secret if you ask everyone else who suffered because of God. " To be frank, I'm not even sure why they named it dog. I mean, it's hot, ideally, but... Hold on. " Crowley draws his phone out of the jacket's chest pocket, all the while joining Darkness to one of the clean tables.

Yes, he's noticed how she soothed the personell. Special talent. She might use it on him as well, someday, when his incompetent subjects make his heart rate skyrocket for the bazillionth time. " So, Google says 'The German immigrants brought not just sausages but also dachshunds when they came to the United States. The name 'hot dog' possibly began as a joke about their thin, long and small dogs. In fact, the Germans called their dish 'dachshund sausages' or 'little dog', thus connecting the term 'dog' to the hot dog.' "

Shooting Amara an expectant look, Crowley grinds his teeth with visible skepticism and tucks his device away. Sinks into one of the chairs, grimacing. " Proof number 69 that Germans are not funny. " Yeah, how is his kingdom doing? He'd answer that promptly if Amara's previous comment wouldn't poke at his mighty need to correct her while, at the same time, he fails to stifle a quiet laugh.

" My sweet summer child. When they told you not to drink, it was a reference to, let's call them 'evil' beverages. " The stuff that turns decent lads into assholes and assholes into worse assholes; a power such as her should steer clear of it. Disastrous outcomes to avoid.

That's when he leans forward a tad to mirror the secrecy in which she confessed the soda sinning: " I say indulge your cola cravings. Shamelessly. It's okay. " Now back to the serious matters, he reclines against the backrest, one hand habitually smoothing over his purple tie. " The kingdom's fine. All things considered. But I won't lie. With the constantly looming threat that is Lucifer running around unleashed, somewhere, the atmosphere is a bit... tense. And not in the sexy way. You don't perchance happen to know where he— "

One of the waiters arriving by their table has him cut himself off mid-sentence. They hand them menu cards, inquring whether the two already wish to order beverages. Crowley will go with tea, this time, but gestures to Amara first because duh; ladies first and he's a gentleman.

[amoralforce-a]

his  investment  in  what  others  might  perceive  as  dull    &    inane  is  perhaps  her  favourite  thing  about  him.  uncle  crowley  humours  her.  whether  he  does  so  out  of  mutual  fascination,  or  simply  to  keep  friends  in  high  places,  she’s  never  too  sure,  but  it  matters  not  either  way.  his  commitment  still  provides  an  odd  source  of  COMFORT.  freedom  came  with  a  hefty  price;    isolation,  even  when  standing  in  large  crowds.  nothingness  still  hasn’t  really  found  their  place  amongst  this  universe.  whatever  the  king  of  hell’s  reasons,  he  offers  company    &    company  is  always  welcome.  deity  sits,  chin  falling  to  rest  gently  in  palm  while  she  waits  in  anticipation  for  him  to  complete  his  research.  the  answer,  when  it  comes,  far  from  changes  her  opinion  on  hot  dogs.  if  anything,  it  further  encourages  her  hesitation,  though  she  applauds  the  revelation  nonetheless,  never  disappointed  in  learning  something  new.    ＂    i  think  i’ll  still  stick  to  pizza.  though  i  do  find  myself  curious  to  know  the  other  sixty  -  eight  reasons  you’ve  discovered.    ＂

interest  piques  at  his  correction,  head  tilting  to  one  side  while  lips  purse  thoughtfully.    ＂    there  are  beverages  that  possess  such  evil  tendencies?    ＂    mind  vaguely  remembers  this  in  her  childhood  teachings.  flashes  of  teen  drinking  is  very  bad    &    the  horrors  of  what  might  happen  if  they  did.  they’re  hard  to  piece  together  these  days,  blending  in  with  actual  life  experience  as  opposed  to  what  television  screens  told  her.  delicate  hands  unfold  napkin,  placing  it  down  on  lap  as  if  something  as  simple  as  crumbs  are  god’s  sister’s  greatest  foe.  no  reason  to  ruin  a  nice  outfit  after  all.

＂    ah,  yes.  my  nephew.    ＂    primordial  being  graciously  accepts  the  menu  offered,  continuing  conversation  while  eyes  skim  over  options.  the  waiter  won’t  remember  anything  by  the  time  they  leave  anyway.    ＂    i  hear  he  rather  enjoys  causing  mayhem  these  days.  very  different  from  the  loyal  puppy  i  remember  following  my  brother  everywhere,  begging  for  scraps.    ＂    amara  doesn’t  often  involve  herself  in  family  matters.  the  archangels  are  just  as  capable  of  being  her  enemy  as  they  are  her  friend.  it  was  their  power  that  once  imprisoned  her  after  all.  the  distance,  however,  doesn’t  stem  from  fear  or  caution  as  much  as  INDIFFEERENCE.  she  cares  not  about  their  petty  quarrels,  or  claimed  kingdoms.  it’s  only  when  they  begin  to  endanger  the  world  she’s  grown  so  fond  of  that  her  head  turns.  otherwise,  she  is  happy  to  let  them  bicker  recklessly  amongst  themselves.  attention  briefly  returns  to  server,  opting  to  trust  the  man  who  ensured  her  survival  when  first  released  by  ordering  a  cola,  enthusiasm  clear  in  her  voice.  she  allows  @ceocrowley  a  moment  to  voice  his  own  order  before  offering  a  knowing  smile.    ＂    i  sense  him.  i'm  careful  to  know  where  those  who  once  wronged  me  are  at  all  times.  just  in  case.    ⸺    he  is  a  threat  to  you?    ＂

[amoralforce-a]

a  tree  grows  in  brooklyn  prompts.      accepting. @hellvive        :        i  couldn't  do  any  different  than  i  did,  but  it  will  always  be  on  my  conscience  just  the  same.

it  isn’t  a  concept  amara  overly  understands.      ⸺      the  moral  compass  of  right  and  wrong,  supposedly  kept  balanced  by  a  conscience  that  helped  remind  people  what  not  to  do.  primordial  being  doesn’t  exist  with  such  built  -  in  awareness.  most  days,  she  thinks  that’s  a  blessing.  observant  eyes  can  see  the  WEIGHT  dean  winchester  carries  on  his  shoulders.  keen  ears  can  hear  the  strain  in  his  voice  when  he  speaks  sometimes.  it  all  seemed  so  heavy  for  one  mere  mortal;  exhausting    &    overwhelming,  and  deity  feels  thankful  for  her  own  amoral  nature.  oh,  but  every  now    &    then,  she  still  wonders.  to  feel  remorse  is  to  be  human.  amara  craves  those  experiences,  as  strange  as  it  might  sound.  ＂  why  do  you  waste  time  lingering  on  events  that  cannot  be  changed?  ＂  not  by  him  at  least.  perhaps  by  others.  her  head  tilts  left,  curiosity  etching  over  features  in  a  way  that  hopefully  conveys  she’s  genuinely  trying  to  relate  rather  than  insult.  ＂  it  seems    …    senseless  to  me.  ＂  this,  coming  from  a  woman  who  once  considered  destroying  everything  over  a  past  sibling  rivalry.  she  considers  the  irony  for  a  beat  before  letting  out  a  faint  sigh.  ＂  tell  me  what  happened.  ＂

[amoralforce-a]

batman  arkham  series  prompts.      accepting. @bloodsalted        :        well,  as  you  can  see,  no  one  is  untouchable.

＂  you  lied.  ＂  it  isn’t  an  accusation.  isn’t  a  question  either.  consider  it  a  statement,  spoken  surprisingly  calm  for  one  with  a  temper  as  infamously  destructive  as  darkness.  dean’s  deceit  triggers  neither  rage  nor  spite  from  within,  but  rather  …  hurt.  the  bitter  resignation  that  this  is  what  it  means  to  trust  another;  dean  can’t  hurt  me    /    no,  but  he  can  lie  to  you.  of  all  the  earthly  experiences  amara  has  allowed  herself  to  feel,  disappointment  is  perhaps  the  one  she  likes  the  least.  it  invites  a  foreign  vulnerability.  eyes  barely  blink  as  they  watch  the  hunter’s  every  movement,  an  openly  suspicious  gaze  making  it  clear  why.  dean  winchester  is  a  threat  to  her  now.  maybe  he  always  was.  their  connection  has  been  a  somewhat  unexplainable  one,  tethered  together  by  a  force  not  even  her  brother  could  understand.  it  lingered  even  when  they  were  enemies,  but  now,  it  was  severed.  long  sigh  finally  exhales  and  amara  pushes  on,  unwilling  to  linger  in  something  so  futile  and  HUMAN,  else  it  start  to  consume.  no  good  came  from  the  bruised  ego  of  nothingness.  ＂  i  like  this  world,  dean.  i  would’ve  helped  defend  it  without  the  tricks.  ＂  she  stands,  short  in  height,  but  mighty  in  presence  nonetheless.  her  fondness  for  this  home  remains.  deity  wished  her  sibling  could  see  the  beauty  in  everything  he  constructed  before  it  came  to  this  final  showdown.    —    did  he  create  the  pain  too,  or  was  that  man  -  made?  ＂  and  the  only  person  who  truly  believed  themselves  untouchable  was  my  brother.  ＂  an  uneasy  silence  hovers,  a  sign  that  conversation  is  not  quite  over.  hands  clasp  together  and  head  tilts  a  little  higher,  one  brow  cocking  in  a  questioning  manner.  ＂  so,  am  i  next?      —      is  that  what  this  is?  ＂

[amoralforce-a]

continued  from  here:      @holyhitter.

the  scene  is  entertaining  enough,  lips  rubbing  together  to  disguise  an  amused  smile.  her  brother’s  so  -  called  children  carry  his  flair  with  them,  as  if  inherited  from  creator.  how  fun  it  is  to  watch  when  she  is  simply  an  innocent  bystander  as  opposed  to  the  target  of  their  wrath.  back  straightens  in  chair  and  she  simply  nods.  ＂  better.      ⸺      that  rug  was  expensive.  ＂  not  that  riches  are  much  of  an  existent  problem  for  someone  as  powerful  as  primordial  being.  most  things  in  this  world  came  for  free,  if  given  the  right  nudge.  that  didn’t  mean  she  couldn’t  cherish  an  item’s  value  nonetheless.  the  beauty  of  this  world,  and  all  it’s  art,  was  partly  what  kept  amara  grounded.  ＂  and  who’s  blood  are  we  spilling  today?  ＂

[amoralforce-a]

i’ve  had  stuff  sitting  in  drafts  that  i  clearly  meant  to  queue  forever  ago  and  simply    …    didn’t!  i’m  gonna  post  them  because  i  hate  wasting  writing,  but  you’re  not  obligated  to  continue  anything  given  how  long  i  left  it<3

[mcflymemes]

"I HAVE TO BE BETTER THAN THIS" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for recognizing you need to change, adjust as necessary

this cannot be all there is for me.

i deserve better than this sort of life.

there's more for me out there. i can feel it.

something has to change.

i'm not meant for a life like this.

do you ever feel like there's more for you out there?

this was never my dream.

there's still time to change.

this was your path. this wasn't mine.

i'm not living my life for you.

i have to keep looking for myself out there.

i deserve more than what i've been given.

someone else made these decisions for me.

this is my life, not yours.

i need to make mistakes in order to find where i belong.

i could get used to a place like this.

this is so different than what i'm used to.

you've opened my eyes to a world i thought i'd never see.

what could be greater than this?

i'm not going to just sit here and watch my life pass me by.

i was born to be great.

i need adventure like i need air.

my mistakes don't define me.

you can't judge me for doing that.

i did what i had to in order to survive.

this was never in the cards for me.

they picked this path for me the day i was born.

i had no say in the kind of person i became.

my potential has always been limited.

these are things i never thought i could do.

what else have they been hiding from me?

there's more out there than they're saying.

i'm not just going to sit idly by and watch.

you have to take charge of your own destiny.

isn't that what you were always saying to me?

you believed in me when no one else did.

i've made a lot of mistakes in my life.

i still have a lot of learning to do.

i need time to grow and change as a person.

let me at least try to be good.

they told me i couldn't, and i believed them.

i need to stop listening to what they have to stay.

it's better to follow your heart.

what does your heart tell you?

this is wrong, and you know it.

we were not meant for this.

i can't just sit here and watch the world fall apart around me.

somebody's gotta do something. might as well be me.

you won't be able to stop me.

i'm going to live my life, even if it kills me.

it's all going to change, because i'm going to change.

no more sitting around waiting for my life to happen.

they were all wrong about me.

[amoralforce-a]

anyway, amara's face when she realised dean could lie to her was the beginning of my villain arc -

[sarishim]

observing, he stared at the sky, blackened as coal. “not necessarily unnerved, just.. reminded.” dark eyes flittered to his proverbial, primordal aunt; though he did not need to see her, to feel her presence. it was thunderous and a theophany of its own right. g-d’s own power, quartered, inside of a gujarati man’s vessel. instead of his sister, gabriel was given the general title of destroyer; the prince of fire. the one which sodom & gomorrah’s architecture bowed to.

“cast aside your bitterness for a moment, please - amara.” chuck rarely allowed himself to be a father, what use is there in calling amara an aunt? gabriel’s focus still on the clearing sky. “say you did win; would you destroy until there is nothing left. what then? i cannot imagine anyone being so eager to return to being alone.”

[amoralforce-a]

and  though  gabriel  raises  a  compelling  argument  indeed,  primordial  being  allows  no  sign  of  relenting  flitter  ‘pon  features.  let  them  all  sweat.  let  them  ponder      &      muse,  and  suffer  in  the  uncertain  fate  that  possibly  awaits  at  the  hands  of  her  wrath.  is  it  not  deserved,  after  enforcing  eons  of  solitude  upon  her?    ＂    i’m  designed  to  survive  in  darkness.        ⸺        are  you?    ＂      the  creations  of  her  brother  are  somewhat  a  mystery  to  amara.  she  understands  their  power,  but  not  their  purpose.  created,  she  thinks,  solely  to  feed  the  ego  of  a  sibling  who  always  wanted  more  than  he  already  had.  head  tilts,  expression  stoic      &      eyes  barely  blinking.  deity  isn’t  so  naive  as  to  let  her  guard  down  in  an  archangel’s  presence.  her  power  might  be  greater,  but  theirs  was  still  designed  to  challenge  it.  combined,  they  remained  her  greatest  threat.    ＂    there  is  nothing  except  suffering  in  this  world.  it  is  all  i  hear,  all  i  feel.  to  end  such  misery  would  be  a  kindness.    ＂

[qapsiel]

                                "I ASSUME THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS that love shouldn't depend on money, wealth, or power. Because that's what the boy used his wishes for: to impress the princess, to be worthy of her and her social rank. And in the end, he's just as poor as he was in the beginning, but she still loves him." He tilts his head a little before he shakes it briefly. "The boy also uses one wish to free the genie of its shackles so it no longer has to serve a master. This, I suppose, means that every creature deserves freedom, whether it's man or monster." Children's movies –– because these Disney films are mostly for younger spectators, as Dean scoffed once –– have surprising depth and educational values. 

                                A brief yet genuine smile plays around the corners of Castiel's lips as he listens to Amara's confusion. "A little. I think you have to be born human to understand them, though. And even then, I discovered that they have problems understanding themselves, sometimes. You did not answer my question, though. What would you wish for, Amara?"

[amoralforce-a]

＂  that  seems  like  an  excessively  long  moral  to  teach.  ＂  and  she  suspects  many  people    (    the  ones  who  choose  to  remain  purposely  ignorant  to  suit  their  own  needs    )    would  simply  ignore  such  a  well  -  told  lesson,  though  that  perhaps  said  more  about  their  character  than  the  film  they’re  discussing.  amara  often  finds  herself  both  fascinated  &  disappointed  in  the  human  race.  each  one  she  meets  has  their  own  unique  tale.  some  are  endearing.  others  aren’t.  she  supposes  that’s  what  made  them  what  they  are;  flawed,  but  remarkable,  little  creations.  ＂  i  confess  the  concept  of  love  is    …    unfamiliar  to  me.  ＂  that  kind  at  least.  she  craves  it  sometimes,  she  thinks;  the  need  to  experience  what  they  do.  the  passion,  the  comfort.  the  excitement.  darkness  has  yet  to  discover  if  such  things  are  possible  for  a  heart  as  amoral    &    guarded  as  her  own.

the  flower  she’s  been  admiring  begins  to  wither  under  touch.  it  serves  as  a  reminder  of  the  dark  that  follows  her  and  hand  quickly  withdraws.  ＂  freedom.  i  like  that  part.  ＂  for  obvious  reasons.  no  creature  should  endure  imprisonment  as  long  as  she.  her  eyes  lift  to  thoughtfully  observe  the  angel  standing  before  her.  he  spares  more  time  than  others  would.  whether  that’s  out  of  false  obligation,  or  kindness,  she  doesn’t  know.  doesn’t  care  either,  content  to  simply  have  the  company.  her  own  shackles  once  denied  simple  pleasures  such  as  conversation.  ＂  i  don’t  know.  ＂  amara  rewards  his  time  with  an  honest  answer.  ＂  my  freedom  was  the  only  thing  i  truly  yearned  for.  then  revenge.  ＂  though  these  days,  she  wonders  if  it  was  less  about  vengeance    &    more  a  desperation  to  be  remembered.  to  be  heard.  ＂  now  that  i  require  neither,  i  believe  i  am  happy  to  simply    …    be.  ＂  the  need  to  destroy  still  lingers.  it  exists  as  a  natural  part  of  her  design,  but  this  earth  that  she  once  sought  to  implode  provides  an  odd  peace  that  acts  as  a  counter  -  attack.  she  basks  in  its  wonders,  enjoying  the  taste  of  light  it  provides.  ＂  perhaps  i  would  also  wish  for  the  genie’s  freedom.  none  of  us  should  ever  feel  so  devoted  to  another  that  we  cannot  be  who  we  wish  to  be.  ＂

[cainevesson]

Caution isn't a card he plays a lot. Or has to play, on that matter, usually being the one in charge and perfectly capable of handling things the Crowley way. But here with Amara... he's many things, stupid isn't among them, so reluctance keeps him rooted on the spot for another moment of quiet ticking by. Keenly does he glean her face for any foreboding sign that he should better scramble off. Until her assurance betides the space between them— maybe it's fondness for the little girl he took under his wing? Even if she's far from that now. Still, Crowley fails to find in him any shred of doubt that she's being honest. Otherwise he'd no longer be here among the living, probably, right? A relieved simper later, most tension left him. Shoulders slackening and an almost sheepish blink offered.

" Gotta admit, Chuck really played us all. Even me. And that's... something. " Especially claiming that Amara had warded herself against him when, in fact, all she had wanted was to actually confront him? Dirty game, there. Enough of the selfish brother who dragged everyone into family drama— Amara's genuine joy on display wipes Crowley's mind clean of nagging, troublesome 'what if she seeks revenge' ideas once and for all. It's with wide eyed enthusiasm that he meets her gaze with now.

" I see, uncle Crowley raised you into a primordial force with excellent tastes ", fails he to bite back that little quip. Priding himself with the fact he didn't screw up as bad with her as he did with his own flesh and blood. But her extended hand has him hesitate for a beat or two. Teeth grinding, lids narrowed into a squint at said hand— he's never done too well with forces whose powers exceed his own. It's a small risk, really. And ultimately he takes Amara's hand. " Andiamo! " Let's go!

It'd be a blink for them to make it from the U.S. to Italy, feel the shift in temperature and find themselves surrounded by a mentality much calmer. Those people know how to enjoy life. Plus, they sell some of the spiciest souls. " So. More debates. Where do I even start? Ketchup on hotdogs, for example. Sleeping with socks on or off... though that one's not super relevant for us girls. Pepsi versus coca cola? " Hm, what else is there? Let him think until they've picked a table and ordered their debate-y pizza. It's all silly chitchat, but if it helps to warm up again? Why the hell not?

[amoralforce-a]

his  confession  inspires  vindication.      ⸺      no,  not  vindication.  validation.  the  sense  that,  finally,  someone  understood  darkness;  that  her  version  of  events  had  been  told,  rather  than  caged  back  inside  a  prison  nobody  ever  spoke  of.  it  isn’t  a  feeling  amara  ever  thought  she  would  crave  and  while  the  primordial  being  could  certainly  survive  without  it,  it  doesn’t  hurt  to  hear.  isn’t  that  all  any  creature,  great  or  small,  truly  wanted?  ＂  my  brother  has  always  been  a  master  storyteller.  ＂  some  with  truth,  some  a  little  further  from.  their  story  was  no  longer  as  simple  as  dark  versus  light,  but  rather  a  combination,  swirling  together  to  form  various  shades  of  grey.  she  can  hardly  blame  others  for  their  uncertainty.  they  should  be  hesitant.

both  king  and  deity  are  gone  in  a  blank,  but  the  momentary  swell  of  content  amara  gains  at  being  trusted  remains  long  after  they  arrive  in  italy.  several  nearby  witnesses  scatter,  eyes  wide  as  they  struggle  to  process  the  sudden,  unexplained  appearance  of  two  beings  beyond  a  human’s  basic  comprehension.  the  noises  they  make  in  their  scurry  cause  amara  to  quirk  one  eyebrow,  amused.  ＂  i  forget  that  they  don’t  like  that.  ＂  casual  observance  is  all  she  offers,  hand  releasing  crowley’s  to  settle  instead  on  a  server’s  shoulder.  power  in  palm  provides  instant  comfort,  removing  any  fear  their  arrival  may  have  triggered.  previously,  she  might’ve  removed  their  soul  right  with  it,  but  she  strives  to  avoid  such  unpleasantries  these  days.  for  as  much  as  she  can  at  least. 

the  brief  chaos  quickly  subsides,  enchanted  waiter  disappearing  to  fetch  guests  two  menus  while  darkness’  attention  returns  to  the  demon  she  once  called  uncle.  ＂  i’ve  yet  to  try  a  hotdog.  i  find  their  name  misleading    &    offputting.  ＂  the  musings  are  almost  comical  when  one  considers  the  source  they  come  from.  her  own  mouth  twitches  into  another  smile  and  amara  steps  towards  a  clean  table  rather  than  one  of  the  few  now  abandoned.  ＂  my  pilates  instructor  says  i  shouldn’t  drink  either,  but  between  us  girls,  i  pick  cola  everytime.  ＂  the  last  part  is  hushed  and  whispered,  as  if  indulging  in  a  secret.  such  debates  are  fun,  however,  it  isn’t  the  only  thing  peaking  curiosity.  she  wants  to  hear  about  him  also.  ＂  how  is  your  kingdom?  full  of  wrongdoers  who  refuse  to  deny  pineapple  on  their  pizza,  i  hope.  ＂

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i  think  i  should  be  allowed  to  explore  amara’s  reaction  to  dean  lying  to  her.  this  is  a  powerful  deity  that  previously  destroyed  universes  during  temper  tantrums.  a  scorned  darkness  that  once  tried  to  end  the  world  because  her  brother  wouldn’t  speak  to  her,  but  when  she  founds  out;    dean  can’t  hurt  me    /    no,  but  he  can  lie  to  you,    her  first  reaction  isn’t  even  anger.  it’s  hurt.  she  sheds  tears.  i  can’t  help  but  feel  like  this  is  her  first  real  taste  of  what  it  means  to  be  human    …    and  she  hated  it.