"S'all I ever think about," said Dean, but he passed the bottle, warm despite the chilly air from his near constant grip.
His head was full up with thoughts of the people he still had, of what it'd be like to lose them, some for a second, third painful time. He was scared like he hadn't been since that missive in a hospital bed, his own father asking him for the impossible and every moment after, every one of them spent in fear for Sam.
Dean dragged up his sleeve, dragged up a smile to go with it, and showed Roger the thin, white lines of the charm a Sam long gone had etched into his skin. "I get it, Rog. Deals, charms, not an option anymore."
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Date: 2010-12-09 10:58 pm (UTC)His head was full up with thoughts of the people he still had, of what it'd be like to lose them, some for a second, third painful time. He was scared like he hadn't been since that missive in a hospital bed, his own father asking him for the impossible and every moment after, every one of them spent in fear for Sam.
Dean dragged up his sleeve, dragged up a smile to go with it, and showed Roger the thin, white lines of the charm a Sam long gone had etched into his skin. "I get it, Rog. Deals, charms, not an option anymore."