He's right. And that's the bitch of it all. Every single word that comes out of his mouth is laced with truth and dripping in anger. They wrap around, snaking across her chest and binding it tight, her heart feeling like there's suddenly no space to beat. No space to breathe. She doesn't remember the last time anyone's cared quite like this. She's not sure that anyone has. She's not even sure that she wants it, stomach suddenly churning and nausea coming and passing in waves, anger filling in the blanks where they're strewn and littered.
What gives him the right?
Faye Valentine shouts too, but it's always in response to fear. And quite frankly, even now, even with Dean's eyes darkening in a way that she's never witnessed before, she's not afraid of him. Not one bit.
"Care to run that by me again?" she asks, eyes defiant and a brow raised, hand placed on her hip as she waits for him to close the distance between the two of them. Because she won't take one step.
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Date: 2011-07-13 07:23 am (UTC)What gives him the right?
Faye Valentine shouts too, but it's always in response to fear. And quite frankly, even now, even with Dean's eyes darkening in a way that she's never witnessed before, she's not afraid of him. Not one bit.
"Care to run that by me again?" she asks, eyes defiant and a brow raised, hand placed on her hip as she waits for him to close the distance between the two of them. Because she won't take one step.