"Superman doesn't exist. Not even here," Faye replies in turn, running the back of her hand against Dean's cheek, feeling his stubble scrape against her skin. "You're his big brother, that means you love him no matter how much he screws up. And you try to keep him on the right path. But we're not gods, Dean. We can't keep everyone safe all of the time. We definitely can't keep people from making mistakes."
Her lips quirk. "Look at me, talking like I'm some hotshot hunter. All I've ever done is bring in felons. Convicts."
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Date: 2012-03-20 06:04 pm (UTC)Her lips quirk. "Look at me, talking like I'm some hotshot hunter. All I've ever done is bring in felons. Convicts."