"Yes," Faye replies plainly, turning on her side to better face Dean, propping herself up on an elbow as she traces his cheek absently with the back of her hand. "Can you blame me? You need fresh air, Dean. And we need for those dishes not to suddenly find a life all their own."
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Date: 2012-03-31 05:34 am (UTC)