"You take care of me?" Cole asked incredulously, an annoyed smirk that was riddled with disbelief coming upon his face.
"And just how would you do that, Sasha? Screw with my head, try to convince me that your delusional ideas are actually good, all while killing as many people as possible because it's 'fun'?" He could scarcely believe that they were even having a conversation for this long, but Cole truly didn't see any other option right now. Sasha was a loose cannon in a town way too small to support her level of crazy.
Cole made a mental note to warn Cas about her soon. The instant he had a moment to himself and was sure Sasha wasn't going to be hurting anyone or starting the process of making more Reapers. Maybe Cas would have an idea of how to stop her from doing that, or even having the option. Without killing her. She might be a crazy bitch, but she didn't deserve death. Few actually deserved that. John? Yeah, he'd been one of those. Kessler too. Both those sons of bitches deserved to die for all the chaos they made.