"You're looking at it," Dean snapped. "Some part of yourself, some essence to let the demon know who's knocking."
His mouth twisted. Bastards could pick and choose from the herd that way - who dwelling topside was the most deliciously desperate? Dean rubbed at his eyes. He was tired and strung out all at once, and the thought of drudging back to that tree damn near undid him.
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Date: 2009-07-20 01:37 am (UTC)His mouth twisted. Bastards could pick and choose from the herd that way - who dwelling topside was the most deliciously desperate? Dean rubbed at his eyes. He was tired and strung out all at once, and the thought of drudging back to that tree damn near undid him.