"What the fuck does it matter?" Roger called back, arms tangling with Dean's to shove him backward again -- anything to keep him far enough away from the buried offering. "I shot heroin, I don't believe in God, I've watched my friends die, I did fucked up shit for cash while I was on the street and I fuck other men. I'm hellbound already. Maybe this way I can make a fucking difference." He turned sidelong, ready to hold Dean off with all of his strength. God, he really hoped this thing had no... jurisdiction or whatever on the Island. But if it went down...
He lifted his chin, ready to take Dean on if he came at him again. It was a fight he would surely lose, but if it held him off, he was willing to take that chance.
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Date: 2009-07-20 02:02 am (UTC)He lifted his chin, ready to take Dean on if he came at him again. It was a fight he would surely lose, but if it held him off, he was willing to take that chance.