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her voice was melodic, and Cas found his grief ebbing away as he listened to Rowan speak. "cousins." the thought made him smile; he regarded the ashen woman with a closer eye. "does that make you my sister?" he teased gently. she'd been Lasher's lover; had the old man not kicked it, he might have taken her for a second mate. that would have made her his stepmom ... which was weird as shit to ponder.

but siblings. odd siblings in this mishmash family. "i like that." his voice was quiet but his eyes had brightened somewhat, and he found a vestige of his old humour slipping back. "we will need you around when Laika and i are gone. hold down the fort, Ro," he laughed.