"Jesus christ, Roger." Dean had picked himself up, one knee in the snow angled towards Roger and fingers flexing like they wanted to wrench that knife out of his skin. Couldn't do it, though, not without hurting Roger any worse than he was hurting himself, and all Dean could do was watch and glare.
And...blink back a sudden ache behind his eyes. It wouldn't work, he knew it, but the gesture was a powerful one, and he wouldn't toss it aside. His jaw trembled just the smallest bit, voice unsteady when he recited the same words Sam had used nearly three years ago.
"Redimio. Servo. Subsisto," Dean murmured, picked up his own knife, and began to cut.
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Date: 2010-12-11 12:10 am (UTC)And...blink back a sudden ache behind his eyes. It wouldn't work, he knew it, but the gesture was a powerful one, and he wouldn't toss it aside. His jaw trembled just the smallest bit, voice unsteady when he recited the same words Sam had used nearly three years ago.
"Redimio. Servo. Subsisto," Dean murmured, picked up his own knife, and began to cut.