Dean Winchester (
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badfic_manor2012-07-16 03:06 pm
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[Okay, it feels like he's slept for a week. Glance around... this is... creepily like his room as a child. Not that he's complaining, rally. It just feels... weird. At least there's a full-size bed...
Head out of the door, and glancing down the hall. Okie dokie then. This place feels... vaguely familiar, even if he can't remember being here. Back into his room, reach for the phone, and...]
I'm going to guess this is the manor then? Guess it could be worse.
Head out of the door, and glancing down the hall. Okie dokie then. This place feels... vaguely familiar, even if he can't remember being here. Back into his room, reach for the phone, and...]
I'm going to guess this is the manor then? Guess it could be worse.
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...Really?... But there's no way I would have... not for you anyway. [Because things like that are closely guarded secrets.]
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Don't apologize...it's not your fault, Dean.
["It's your fathers" remained unspoken.]
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he doesn't respond, eyes just sliding down to the floor, or as much to the floor as he can go, so he doesn't have to look in those eyes.]
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Moving forward, she wrapped her arms around his neck, something that he couldn't ignore.]
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[Not while you're non-demon anyway.]
I just want you to be happy. And safe.
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BECAUSE THIS IS NOT TRUTH WEEK:] I am happy. [That particular lie has been so given, so practised by way of overuse, it's absolutely smooth and flawless.]no subject