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Ruby's gone off to recover from her ordeal. He'd asked her to call later; maybe she will, maybe she won't. If she doesn't, he will-- eventually.
Castiel and Uriel are gone. Sam can't say he thinks that's much of a loss.
Anna's gone too, though, and that feels like it may be more of one.
Sam stares out the window at the road ahead of them, then casts a sideways look at Dean, trying to get a feel for how he's doing.
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Date: 2011-12-10 04:06 am (UTC)All he can see behind his eyes is red.
Fuck.
Just --
Fuck.
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