For one horrible second, I panic. The sound of Sam hitting the floor, that fucking awful laughter filling the little chapel, and what sounds like fear in Castiel's voice. It's too fucking much. But I hold on, an arm locked across Dean's chest. He's bigger, stronger than me, even when he doesn't have a demon in him.
I'm not gonna be able to hold him long.
"Helen!" I shout, fumbling at the hand that curls around mine. I don't look at Mike, can't spare a glance, but I know he's there, and that's really all that's keeping me together.
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Date: 2013-04-19 12:24 am (UTC)I'm not gonna be able to hold him long.
"Helen!" I shout, fumbling at the hand that curls around mine. I don't look at Mike, can't spare a glance, but I know he's there, and that's really all that's keeping me together.