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... FOR THE FIRST THING I THINK OF WHEN I THINK OF YOU
--- --- His wandering eyes managed to keep a firm hold on hers--steely as he stood across the floor, his hands shoved into the dark depths of his jacket pockets, trying not to spew all the words that suddenly took residence on the tip of his tongue, chipping away at the inner seal of lips to spill over.
Dean took a deep breath; able now to suck them back down into a part of his mind that he could manage, a part he could hide them away until they eventually became so withered that they simply faded into lost dreams.
Like all the rest had years ago.
--- --- " ... beer." he finished, shrugging as he cleared his throat, a broken smile sitting limply on his tired lips, the light in his eyes dulling to a dark plea and losing their loving sheen.
As if they had to. As if it was the only way that he could keep them both safe, and never have to lose her to his own blind stupidity again.
