"Okay, let's just. Sit a sec," Dean says, drawing her down into the sand with him, suspicious enough by now of all those marbles to keep her back to them. "Is that why you're scared?" he asks, tucking a lock of violet hair behind her ear. "You see them right now? How do you know you're immune?"
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Date: 2012-02-11 10:29 pm (UTC)