"God, you liar," Faye announces as she strides on in, brow furrowed and trying to appear more exasperated than what she actually feels, which is boundless concern. Losing Spike was just another day in the life of, something that hunters come to expect more than anything else, that faces fade away into obscurity. Losing family is entirely different, and even there Faye doesn't know what it's like to have that stab quick and fast, only familiar with the hollow ache that comes from the realization, long after their disappearance, that they aren't coming back.
She doesn't have food with her, doesn't want to bring it to where it'll only end up collecting dust rather than holding out the hope that she can actually drag Dean somewhere with her, maybe the Winchester. Or even just the kitchen.
"You'd think that this is supposed to be any easier the second time around," she adds, plopping herself down next to him on the bed, fingers pushing locks away from where they fall in front of her eyes. "But you'd be wrong."
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Date: 2012-03-08 03:54 am (UTC)She doesn't have food with her, doesn't want to bring it to where it'll only end up collecting dust rather than holding out the hope that she can actually drag Dean somewhere with her, maybe the Winchester. Or even just the kitchen.
"You'd think that this is supposed to be any easier the second time around," she adds, plopping herself down next to him on the bed, fingers pushing locks away from where they fall in front of her eyes. "But you'd be wrong."