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his bullet of truth ripped right through her puffed-up facade -- she deflated visibly. had she been wearing fine skirts of satin and lace, Kitten might very well have descended to the floor of her Southern ballroom in a swoon of shock and indignation. as it was, she merely gave every visual indication of her displeasure and defensiveness. "it's not a bad thing," he hastened to add. "being odd isn't bad. you just have a unique flair when you do things. think of it that way." he was unsure if she would, or if she would even forgive him. "do you miss it? being a petch, i mean." if there was a competition for douchebags, Cas would be taking home the trophy after this, for sure.