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    “Hey, McCoy. I saw you munching your mom’s butt earlier. Need a breath mint?”
    “Yeah, you got any in your purse?”
    “Is that the best you’ve got?”
    “You’re such a girl, Monroe. You sure you don’t have boobs under there, dickbreath?” He hooked a finger in Dean’s collar and tugged.
    Dean slapped his hand away. “Whatever, fatass.” He stood and took a step toward his notebook, but McCoy pushed him hard enough to land Dean back on the step.
    “I don’t have a fat ass, shit for brains.”
    Dean stood again, and his fists clenched. “Fuck you, McCoy. Get out of my way.”
    “You gonna make me?”
    Dean was so focused on keeping himself from hitting James that he didn’t see the blond kid pick up his notebook and pencil until McCoy turned to him.
    “Who are you?”
    “I’m the kid that’s about to stick my foot in your craphole if you don’t walk away.”
    McCoy turned to Dean. “Who’s this, your girlfriend?” He flailed his hands and rolled his eyes.
    Dean pulled back his fist, but before he had a chance to throw the punch, the blond kid kicked the back of McCoy’s knee, and he crumpled on the step whimpering.
    “I’m telling!” McCoy hobbled off, and the blond kid laughed.  
    “That guy’s a real winner.” He turned to Dean. “You okay?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’m Roe. What’s your name?”
    “I’m Dean. Thanks, by the way.”
    “No problem. I hate choads like that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “We just moved here, and I don’t know anybody yet.”
    “Well, now you know me.” Dean smiled, and they were inseparable ever after.  
    Roe had given him everything, and Dean would never be able to pay him back. But he could try.

    Dita’s radio was up way too loud as a moody song rolled out of her speakers. She always turned it up until her ears almost hurt, wishing sometimes she could climb inside the music and live there. She almost got up to put on headphones, wanting to shoot the music directly into her brain with as little distance as possible, but she was too lazy.
    Her feet were propped on the coffee table, and her head was stuck between the fluffy cushions of her couch. The competition was moving along, and she had done what she could to get Dean and Lex in the same place. It was only a matter of time until that happened, and when it did, the game would really be on.
    Dita thought of Apollo’s face, so full of pain. She’d seen the look before in shades and versions throughout the many years, though that wasn’t nearly the most shattered she’d seen him. That look was on the day Daphne was cursed.  
    Aphrodite had appeared behind Eros, who looked down from the cloud in horror as Apollo fell to his knees at Daphne’s feet.  
    Eros turned to her. “I … I did not know. I must set this right.” He pulled a dove arrow from his quiver, but Aphrodite laid a hand on his shoulder before he could knock it.
    “Leave him.”
    “But—”
    “Let him know my pain.”
    He looked down at Apollo, his face lined with sadness. “Yes, Aphrodite.”
    Looking back on that day always left her heart heavy and cold in her chest. After thousands of years, the feud seemed petty and cruel, no matter how much pain she had been through. She had mended, healed as best she could. But she couldn’t just end the fight with Apollo. It wasn’t that simple.
    The elevator dinged, and Dita sighed as she picked herself up and strode toward the foyer.  
    “Dita?” Heff looked around cautiously as she strolled into the entryway.
    “Hello, Husband,” she said, smiling.
    “Hello, Wife.” Heff’s dark hair was tousled, his eyes blue and bright. His lips bent in a smile, lined by his thick, dark beard. The white tank that stretched across his wide chest was smudged with grime, and his broad shoulders glinted with sweat, likely from working on gadgets or tinkering with his cars.  
    “Thanks for coming up. Let me show you the problem with my closet.” She turned with a smile,