Silver Creek keep watch; take heart

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Cas, like a bad father, didn't even notice Indra until halfway into Constantine's spiel. by then the fight had gone out of him, leaving his body like steam from an open oven door, and he slumped to the ground. it was then that he reached out a broad paw and nudged Indy gently, giving her an apologetic look. he was so explosive; what the fuck was wrong with him?

and what did Connie even mean? his golden eyes searched his brother's face; his brow furrowed, and he sighed. it still wasn't a good enough reason to throw Rowan out on her ass, but it looked like there were other things at play here, things he hadn't considered. "what's going on, Connie?" he asked in a quiet, apologetic tone.