Dean was trying to gain control of his emotions. They ran so deep and strong, and control was never his strong point. Action was. Knowing May almost lost her mother, and that there was a newborn who might not even get a chance to know his...
He watched and listened to Sam. He watched as Sam carved until he'd traced a fairly even circle in the wood. "They want her son," Sam stated quietly.
That did it for Dean. His emotions overwhelmed him, as he locked eyes with Sam. Nothing about his inner turmoil was apparent except for his hands clenched in fists of barely controlled rage. Knuckles white.
"Ain't. Gonna. Happen." The words came out staccato and forced. "Ever." Came out a second later. Dean had found his target. That was all he needed.
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[Dean] Deductive reasoning (tag Sam, open)
Date: 2006-08-03 01:16 pm (UTC)He watched and listened to Sam. He watched as Sam carved until he'd traced a fairly even circle in the wood. "They want her son," Sam stated quietly.
That did it for Dean. His emotions overwhelmed him, as he locked eyes with Sam. Nothing about his inner turmoil was apparent except for his hands clenched in fists of barely controlled rage. Knuckles white.
"Ain't. Gonna. Happen." The words came out staccato and forced. "Ever." Came out a second later. Dean had found his target. That was all he needed.