"It only takes one," Dean grinds out, and he'd be a fucking monster to put hands on her with his blood running so high, but he can't help himself. There's a tear in her sleeve and red beneath, another on her thigh. She might be willing and able to put on a show for him, to jerk her chin up and look him in the eye, but who knows what hurts will show themselves when the adrenaline fades? Even in the frenzy that came before, Dean had seen how slow she'd been moving, how fatigued.
Reaching for her, he has the presence of mind, at least, to be gentle, one hand closing around her wrist and the other pushing up her sleeve. "Would've been ribbons," he rumbles, and that's it, all the conviction he needs, all the right to call her a fool he can claim, but it feels like enough. "You shouldn't come down here alone."
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Date: 2011-07-15 06:15 am (UTC)Reaching for her, he has the presence of mind, at least, to be gentle, one hand closing around her wrist and the other pushing up her sleeve. "Would've been ribbons," he rumbles, and that's it, all the conviction he needs, all the right to call her a fool he can claim, but it feels like enough. "You shouldn't come down here alone."