Dean exhaled softly. "You say that like you knew it would happen. Up until a couple months ago, I thought maybe I'd get out of it. And when I knew I didn't, I couldn't tell you that." He gave a helpless shrug.
"What would be the point? Things were good, my life was supposed to go on here." Not fall the fuck apart for no reason that Dean could see.
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Date: 2009-07-19 10:13 pm (UTC)"What would be the point? Things were good, my life was supposed to go on here." Not fall the fuck apart for no reason that Dean could see.