Dean raises a brow, cheek stinging with the movement, and holds up a fresh clip. He has no hope of her taking it, everything about Faye suggesting she means to do every last thing the hardest goddamn way possible, but it's worth a shot.
"Would you at least let me patch you up?" he asks. They're standing in filth, in blood and dust so old he can hardly stand to breathe it, and she has open wounds. "Look around you, Faye, there's no shortage of crap to infect you."
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Date: 2011-07-17 07:30 pm (UTC)"Would you at least let me patch you up?" he asks. They're standing in filth, in blood and dust so old he can hardly stand to breathe it, and she has open wounds. "Look around you, Faye, there's no shortage of crap to infect you."