[ he wants to say he is too, that he's glad everyone else is okay, and that-- and--
and really he's still not sure what to say. but then, he doesn't have to, because she's suddenly stepping closer with her arms around him, and dean stills.
something small, quiet cracks inside him. something keeping at bay every memory of what had happened. it's all there now, the quick, violent death, but her here-- jo hugging him -- is chasing it away.
his arms come around her slowly, sort of like the first time when he'd arrived, but once they slide around her he squeezes. light at first, but it grows into something firmer, something more confirming with each second that passes by, with her real and warm and alive in his arms. it reminds him that, yes, he's alive too. not a corpse hanging off some mirror somewhere, eyeless and thumbless, but alive and well and she's here too.
with the way he's hugging her back, it's like he has no plans of letting go. not yet. ]
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and really he's still not sure what to say. but then, he doesn't have to, because she's suddenly stepping closer with her arms around him, and dean stills.
something small, quiet cracks inside him. something keeping at bay every memory of what had happened. it's all there now, the quick, violent death, but her here-- jo hugging him -- is chasing it away.
his arms come around her slowly, sort of like the first time when he'd arrived, but once they slide around her he squeezes. light at first, but it grows into something firmer, something more confirming with each second that passes by, with her real and warm and alive in his arms. it reminds him that, yes, he's alive too. not a corpse hanging off some mirror somewhere, eyeless and thumbless, but alive and well and she's here too.
with the way he's hugging her back, it's like he has no plans of letting go. not yet. ]