Angua didn't know if she should give Dean space, or not. He'd certainly been opposed to every bit of comfort anyone had tried to give him over the past few days, he would hardly even look at her, and part of her wanted to distance herself in some form of self preservation. It would hurt less if it was her choice, right?
Except she couldn't, he was too important, and too much of her wanted to reach out, even if he refused it.
She'd let him leave when they got back, but she was scared and so she followed him. He was easy to find.
"Dean? What are you doing?" she asked, voice hushed.
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Date: 2009-07-19 06:51 pm (UTC)Except she couldn't, he was too important, and too much of her wanted to reach out, even if he refused it.
She'd let him leave when they got back, but she was scared and so she followed him. He was easy to find.
"Dean? What are you doing?" she asked, voice hushed.