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He hates stitching himself up. He hates it even more when it's after a clusterfuck like this. If they hadn't thrown themselves through the window, the way things were going, that goddamn Alastair would have smashed them like bugs.

And Dean had recognized him.

One thing at a time.

Sam hisses a curse under his breath as he shoves the needle through his flesh, and grimly ties off the next knot.

Date: 2011-12-09 04:59 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (Look up)
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"You're a fucking dumbass."

Yeah, right now that's all Dean's got.

Even if people in giant glass houses shouldn't be throwin' rocks.

Date: 2011-12-09 05:11 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-bad taste in my mouth)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
Yeah. Okay.

That's enough of that.

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing deep.

"I really hope you aren't screwing us over here, Sam. You think you know what you're doing, you think Ruby's on the side of the -- of us. But dude. She's a demon."

Oh Sammy, you don't even know from demons.

"They ain't exactly out for anyone but themselves."

Date: 2011-12-09 05:37 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-bad taste in my mouth)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
"Yeah, your abilities."

Dean turns that into a dirty word.

Almost as dirty a word as the name he isn't about to say.

"Wait. What the hell? You found her? And you're still here?"

Bullshit.

Date: 2011-12-09 05:42 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (black and white nosepinch)
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"Okay, that's kinda gross."

And not just because Sam and Ruby humped like weasels.

Though, you know, that plays a pretty big part.

"Anyway."

Date: 2011-12-09 05:46 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (Confused as fuck)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
Dean's always known Sam's stubborn, and he's gotta have his nose rubbed in his fuck-ups in order to get that he's screwed up.

Which is why he sighs, scrubbing one hand through his hair.

"Yeah, Sam. Just remember, it's your ass on the line when she fucks us over."

And it's gonna be Dean's job to make sure that doesn't happen.

No way. No how.

Not on his watch.

Date: 2011-12-09 05:49 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-I'm about to lie)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
"Right. Waiting."

Sure.

And while you're at it, Dean's got this bridge . . .

Date: 2011-12-09 05:52 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-worried about sam)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
"What the -- "

Dean shares a bewildered look with Sam, then heads for the door.

"Dude, isn't it kind of late for -- "

When it turns out to actually be Ruby, Dean wishes he were at all surprised.

Demons are always tricky bastards.

He knows it well. Just right now he can't figure out the trick.

But it'll come. It always has before.

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