Date: 2009-07-19 09:27 pm (UTC)
Angua looked down, eyes on the dirt without seeing it. Her hand was bruisingly tight around Dean's, but she didn't register that, either.

He wants a Sam. Says so. Sometimes a Bobby. Sometimes a dad.

"So you are dead, back there," she said, voice dull and chest tight. She already knew, had known for a long time. But it hurt to hear him confirm it.
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