Every rib feels worse before it feels better, but Dean breathes easier for each one snapped back into place, fingers flexing around the hilt of his sword.
"Yeah," he answers around a groan, too aware of his own blood spread in sigils alongside him. "Nothing else could contain him. He's a good man, Rukia." Another rib slides home, and Dean fights down a scream. "It's not his fault."
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Date: 2014-05-05 10:31 pm (UTC)"Yeah," he answers around a groan, too aware of his own blood spread in sigils alongside him. "Nothing else could contain him. He's a good man, Rukia." Another rib slides home, and Dean fights down a scream. "It's not his fault."