Angua tried to focus on other things. Things that weren't Dean, and how wrecked Dean was feeling, and how wrecked he was going to feel, because their search? Wasn't uncovering anything
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"I'm all right," said Dean, but the words rasped their way out of his mouth. They'd been walking for hours, at least half a day already, and his throat was raw from the effort to stop himself screaming as much as the heat and the exertion.
He reached for the canteen, nodding woodenly when their fingers met. "Thanks."
Angua had never felt so vulnerable. She was, around Dean, because now he had made himself a place in her heart and it was too big. Sometimes, it was too much.
It made her angry.
"Just...sit," she said, gently taking his arm, though she was prepared to move him bodily if she had to. "For five minutes. You'll burn yourself out."
"What if he doesn't have five minutes?" Dean asked, pulling his arm away. "He could be anywhere, with anything." He took a long pull from the canteen and handed it back.
"I just don't want to have to carry you because you pass out," Angua snapped. "It's hotter than an oven out here."
She tried to pull back her temper for Dean, but it hurt to see him hurt, to have him act so distant, and she didn't know what to do. She absolutely hated not knowing what to do.
She reached up, cupped his jaw, and remembered how it had been with Ginger and how he'd let her hit him. She blushed at the memory, ashamed. She doubted he'd do the same to her. "Just take one minute to breathe. Just one. Please?"
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He reached for the canteen, nodding woodenly when their fingers met. "Thanks."
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It made her angry.
"Just...sit," she said, gently taking his arm, though she was prepared to move him bodily if she had to. "For five minutes. You'll burn yourself out."
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"He wouldn't stop looking for me."
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She tried to pull back her temper for Dean, but it hurt to see him hurt, to have him act so distant, and she didn't know what to do. She absolutely hated not knowing what to do.
She reached up, cupped his jaw, and remembered how it had been with Ginger and how he'd let her hit him. She blushed at the memory, ashamed. She doubted he'd do the same to her. "Just take one minute to breathe. Just one. Please?"
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