Dean nodded. He stood there, fingers twitching for a moment before his hand shot out to take her own. "I'm sorry," he said, holding her hand as delicately as he might've a baby bird. "If I could've stopped it - " Those fingers jerked, tightening Dean's hold. "I would, I swear."
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Date: 2009-07-29 12:16 am (UTC)