"I'm willing to agree with you!" Roger said, holding a hand back to gently extract Dean from the edge of the site, "but let's say one of those soulless, greedy motherfuckers shows up right where we stand and it's something you don't know how to deal with. Something cooked up on a magical fucking island." He turned his hand so it was held out for the leaves, rather than gently suggesting Dean back. Throughout his little speech, he managed to edge himself between Dean and the hole he'd dug, eyes still imploring but with a bit more force.
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Date: 2009-07-19 10:36 pm (UTC)