Dean felt him there, that presence just within his range of sight, radiating disapproval and worse - pity. Those were Dean's assumptions, at least, when at last he raised his head from that hole in the ground.
"Not gonna shout this time?" he rasped out, too tired even to clear his throat.
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Date: 2009-07-29 12:24 am (UTC)"Not gonna shout this time?" he rasped out, too tired even to clear his throat.