surfaceshine: (...But the Stove Might Be On)
Dean Winchester ([personal profile] surfaceshine) wrote in [personal profile] forgetyourusedtobe 2014-04-28 12:13 am (UTC)

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[Dean isn't really expecting anyone when he answers the door; there's no one specific that knocks anymore, and it's not unusual, especially with everything starting to ramp up again. Dean has a lot of irons in the fire, as it were.

But he definitely was not expecting Elena when he opens the door, eyes dropping down to find hers and bringing him to a sharp halt. Dean looks tired, a little pale and a little drawn, and he hasn't shaved yet today; his voice is sick-raspy, and his eyes wide a moment later.
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Oh no. No no no no, Pickle?

[He knows its her, just by looking at her. This isn't a random "greet the neighbors" visit from a new version, this is the girl he sent off to a better, more purposeful life, away from here; he just also feels his gut drop out, hands already lifting to reach for her shoulders as his eyebrows pull together.]

Not now! Jesus.

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