Date: 2009-07-19 08:49 pm (UTC)
Dean's hand hung limply in hers. He felt like he was going to come apart at the seams. If he squeezed hers in return, he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep it gentle.

"Cas told me. He's - he's seen a lot more than I have." More than Dean wanted to recount to Angua, that was for damn sure.
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