Date: 2007-06-20 04:56 pm (UTC)
Oh, dear God! Dean's face went about nine different shades of pale at that. He didn't want to crack his head open. Dad had come home, beaten up and cut and stuff, way too many times for him to not get paranoid that, eventually, the same thing was going to happen to them. Those were some mean hunting trips!

That comment wasn't much in Steph's favor, because Dean was now hugging her even tighter, visualizing splattered Dean brains all over the castle floor. That demonstration did not help at all! Lily didn't fall from nine hundred thousand million bajillion kazillion and ninety two feet! "I don't want my brains to get splattered!" he replied to Steph hysterically, his voice in a hissed whisper.

He barely even noticed the new guy striding up. He was far too paranoid for meeting new people right now! This was a crisis!
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