He should be paying better attention, but he's not, and it bites him in the ass (or, you know, balls) when something swings and hits him just above the family jewels but only barely.
Dean lashes out in a heartbeat, grabs for the lamp and tosses it aside after wrenching it out of the other person's grip, and shoves them back against the wall, auto-pilot engaged until he sees who it is, and then -
Well, he drops him like he's burning hot and stands back a moment, staring like he can't believe it. There are circles under red-rimmed eyes, and bruising under the arm of one of his shirts, his tshirt untucked halfway. He looks like shit, he knows, looks like he's been through hell, 'cause he has, but -
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Date: 2014-06-04 03:49 am (UTC)Dean lashes out in a heartbeat, grabs for the lamp and tosses it aside after wrenching it out of the other person's grip, and shoves them back against the wall, auto-pilot engaged until he sees who it is, and then -
Well, he drops him like he's burning hot and stands back a moment, staring like he can't believe it. There are circles under red-rimmed eyes, and bruising under the arm of one of his shirts, his tshirt untucked halfway. He looks like shit, he knows, looks like he's been through hell, 'cause he has, but -
"Sammy."