All it takes is that one touch to light a match to the fire. Feeling a shiver and a flame running down her spine, Faye locks her jaw to keep from immediately pulling away. All of this twists at her stomach, jars in her mind, because even Dean Winchester doesn't have the right to box her in a cage, and it's only worse when the hands he uses are gentle. Feels like she's being lured into a trap. Maybe one that she's set, herself.
He doesn't get to do this. Doesn't get to make her excuse it all with a soft brush of his hand. Doesn't get to hold her down while he tries to dress her wounds, like she can't handle herself, like she's some kind of delicate flower that needs to be nurtured every step of the way. That just isn't her, and she tries to tug her wrist away. "You don't get a say in whether or not I come down here alone, Winchester," she grits out, her heel clicking sharply against the ground as she takes a half-step back. "Last I checked, you aren't bulletproof. And I'll be damned if you think the majority of people on the ITF are any better than me at handling this place. One mistake doesn't make me a bad shot."
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Date: 2011-07-16 06:30 am (UTC)He doesn't get to do this. Doesn't get to make her excuse it all with a soft brush of his hand. Doesn't get to hold her down while he tries to dress her wounds, like she can't handle herself, like she's some kind of delicate flower that needs to be nurtured every step of the way. That just isn't her, and she tries to tug her wrist away. "You don't get a say in whether or not I come down here alone, Winchester," she grits out, her heel clicking sharply against the ground as she takes a half-step back. "Last I checked, you aren't bulletproof. And I'll be damned if you think the majority of people on the ITF are any better than me at handling this place. One mistake doesn't make me a bad shot."