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[dean_actually]

It takes more than few hours to realise that he has come back home, somehow. Being naked under a very cold running shower means only that his teeth are chattering and normally very fair skin has a nice blue tinge. Everything seems sharper, as usual, colors and contrast at top levels. Shivering, he dries up, makes coffee and puts old jeans and a a

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[jon_r_meyers]

Not again... Jon sighs as he listens to the message, sitting down, his face buried in his hands. Don't worry. Of course he will worry, more than the last time. The last time, he came back with bruises on his neck, someone's been strangling him, obviously.

What would happen this time? Fuck...

He ponders to pick up the phone, to beg him not to go, but that would only hurt Dean, only make it harder... Instead he swears to himself to get Dean to talk about it, as soon as he's back - and cared for.

Jon picks up the phone and leaves a message for Dean. Dean... damn, I wish you would tell me what is going on. Take care, call as soon as you can. I love you... The last words are barely audible as his voice breaks with worry.

[dean_actually]

Dean hears the answering machine clicking on and Jon's voice. He can't pick it up. Just can't. But it makes him feel like shit. It feels like running down hill and once you've started, you can't stop. And he can't, not yet. He'll call Jon, when he's back if he's back?, he'll call him right away with whatever breath he has left and when all is quiet, he'll have to sit down and make a few choices.