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Hannah Ryan | Sam Winchester (

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"Just...?" Cassie prodded, trying to get him to talk more. His pacing was making her nervous, even if she shouldn't have been. It was her brother pacing because he was upset, not because he was some lunatic. She swallowed and nonchalantly touched her neck, remembering the last time she was in that room with him upset--and hoping he didn't notice her movement. She didn't want him to think she was scared of him or anything; which was totally stupid, she wasn't afraid of her brother, especially facing the likes of Alastair and Lucifer and... Okay, so she didn't want to get him to the place he was that time. It didn't make her afraid of him. Or ready to back down, even.

Cassie clasped her hands together between her knees, watching him pace quietly. It was true. The MacMahons weren't sharers. For Cassie, it was a trait that started because she had always felt her problems couldn't match what Jacob was dealing with, and the feeling that that was all her mom wanted to focus on anyway. It was just cemented and reinforced as she got older. Ben leaving, getting Sam... It just made her internalize more than was normal, and it wasn't a habit that was likely to change. But Ben was right even if he couldn't get confirmation from her right then--she wasn't going to share with him if he didn't first.

She wasn't expecting him to sit next to her, and especially with the wind knocked out of his sails. When he sagged onto the couch she frowned, watching him and hanging on his words for fear they might stop. Reading about Finnick was one thing; if she was going to separate Ben from Finnick, she needed to hear his life in his words. The way he spoke about himself, and especially the tone that suggested dislike for the star of his stories, made her stomach twist. She reached over to grab his hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

"You can tell me, you know. No matter what. Keep going."

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