"I don't know." The words were as weary as her own, threaded through with exhaustion and tight with tears Dean hadn't yet left himself shed. The hole was useless - he'd known that when he'd dug it, somewhere deep down.
Dean pushed the dirt from his palms. "You should get back to the Club. I won't - I don't think I'm coming in for a while."
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Date: 2009-07-29 12:19 am (UTC)Dean pushed the dirt from his palms. "You should get back to the Club. I won't - I don't think I'm coming in for a while."