Angua wanted to, gods, she wanted to, but she needed Dean to be ready. "You've got to relax," she said, her breath hitching on the last word. She couldn't feel if Dean was tense or not, but his shoulders were bunched and his fingers were curled into the sheets. "Relax, Dean, or it'll hurt..."
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Date: 2009-10-11 10:28 pm (UTC)