Dean shook his head, tired enough that he could swear he felt his brain rattle with the motion. "Last ditch effort," he said, and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her to get the hell out of here, to leave him alone and go where she'd be safe, but the words didn't come. Sam wouldn't have wanted them to.
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Date: 2009-07-20 02:27 am (UTC)"You know he planted that tree for me."