The smear of blood makes him contrite enough that he lets the punch land, bending forward and knocking Dean back by the shoulder, heart racing with adrenaline. "A hunter set my family's house on fire while all of them were inside for fun. But we're the monsters. Tell me how that's fair?"
Dean has nothing to do with the Argents; they don't even exist in his world. But he can't help but to look up at him desperately, like he can help provide answers.
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Date: 2013-06-21 05:08 am (UTC)Dean has nothing to do with the Argents; they don't even exist in his world. But he can't help but to look up at him desperately, like he can help provide answers.