Date: 2010-12-09 06:45 pm (UTC)
"I know." Dean brought the bottle back to his lips, well practiced now at drinking with minimal elevation of his head, flat on his back and not spilling a drop.

"Back home there would've been a spell. Some kinda charm." He sucked cold air in through his nose. "A Deal. Here, we just...wait to be alone."
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