It's taking all of Saffron's self control to hold herself back. What she would do if she could rush forward to Dean, she doesn't know, but she can't stand not being able to do anything. She knows it's safer for all of them the fewer people in the trap with him, so she stands right at the edge, her toes right at the edge of it, watching everything and everyone with wide, alert eyes and a lump in her throat she has to keep pushing down.
Her heart wrenches at the sound of Dean's voice, but her eyes are on Sam. He's doing something, though she doesn't understand what, and she waits, ready to spring into action at any moment.
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Date: 2013-04-18 04:23 am (UTC)Her heart wrenches at the sound of Dean's voice, but her eyes are on Sam. He's doing something, though she doesn't understand what, and she waits, ready to spring into action at any moment.