The words burn like acid in this throat and the second they hit air he half wishes he could take them back, given what had happened the last time Dean had told him something of the truth about what had happened in Hell.
The memory tears at his gut, and try though he might to steady it, his voice shakes.
"Dean. Please. Don't walk out on me. On this. Not now."
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Date: 2012-06-05 02:48 am (UTC)The words burn like acid in this throat and the second they hit air he half wishes he could take them back, given what had happened the last time Dean had told him something of the truth about what had happened in Hell.
The memory tears at his gut, and try though he might to steady it, his voice shakes.
"Dean. Please. Don't walk out on me. On this. Not now."