"I'm not afraid." It's knee jerk, the need to defend himself immediate, rising up well before Dean's had a chance to consider her words. His heart's beating too fast, too hard, it hurts him, and he's - so what if he's afraid of seeing her hurt? He's supposed to be.
"You know what?" he barks out, suddenly fed up, and with so much more than Faye. He's sick of people dying, sick of people leaving. Sick of people doing their damnedest to make both those things happen and then walking away like it doesn't leave him bleeding, so fuck it. He'll do the walking this time.
"Here." He tosses her a fresh roll of bandages from his pack, dirt crunching under his boots as he shifts to go. "Take care of yourself then."
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Date: 2011-07-19 04:49 am (UTC)"You know what?" he barks out, suddenly fed up, and with so much more than Faye. He's sick of people dying, sick of people leaving. Sick of people doing their damnedest to make both those things happen and then walking away like it doesn't leave him bleeding, so fuck it. He'll do the walking this time.
"Here." He tosses her a fresh roll of bandages from his pack, dirt crunching under his boots as he shifts to go. "Take care of yourself then."