"No, there's no end." Somehow he's gone from standing close to nearly holding Dean against him, holding onto him, blood and sweat and the stink of sulfur and death, and again he's thinking of that little room, taking Dean out of the chains, lowering him down.
He doesn't have the power to do that here.
Red.
"You let us work now." His cheeks are wet, though he doesn't remember crying. "You understand how much everyone here loves you? That's not weakness."
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Date: 2013-04-18 12:46 am (UTC)He doesn't have the power to do that here.
Red.
"You let us work now." His cheeks are wet, though he doesn't remember crying. "You understand how much everyone here loves you? That's not weakness."