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Faith
May 27, 2008 8:59:27 GMT -4
Post by layla on May 27, 2008 8:59:27 GMT -4
Layla shook her head gently as Dean proclaimed that he needed her to go with him. She had never seen him like this before even when it had been him who had been on the very edge of death he hadn’t been as upset and as scared as he appeared to be now. But it was something entirely different now, it wasn’t him he didn’t have control of it was what was happening to Sam, what was happening to his little brother that he couldn’t stop and it broke her heart to watch it eat at him.
“I’ll go with you,” she whispered with a soft and comforting smile still needing him to try and remain calm as his bad energy and worry would only cause poor effects to be thrusted upon Sam.
She pulled her frail body up carefully from the pew and gripped the side of it till she regained her balance and she looked back down at Dean her hand extended to him.
“We’ll go together but you need to get that hand looked at as well,” Layla said a hint of warning in her tone as she glanced towards the door wondering exactly how far Sam was and hoping she could make it there without holding Dean back for too long.
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Faith
May 27, 2008 9:14:53 GMT -4
Post by Dean Winchester on May 27, 2008 9:14:53 GMT -4
Panic and worry immediately flashed through Dean’s eyes as Layla began to stand from the pew and as her hands gripped at the seat before her, he pulled himself up and, after ignoring the dizzying pain that coursed through him, he took a gentle hold of her arm and attempted and failed a weakened smile down on her. “Don’t go getting weak at the knees at the idea of seeing my little brother again….” he joked half heartedly “Or we may be divorced before we even say ‘I do’” he added with a small smile.
Dean glanced down at his hand as Layla all but ordered him to get it seen to and he shook his head gently “Ah I am made of stronger stuff than you think, see…” he whispered, attempting to shake some life into his battered hand and all but screaming in agony as the pain slammed through him “Okey dokey….perhaps I will….” he added shamefully, making his way slowly towards the door, his arm firmly placed around Layla.
Pushing the door to the chapel open and eying the signs that lie directly outside, Dean’s brow scrunched slightly and he smiled down on Layla “I could have sworn I walked longer to get here….says the ER is just round the corner….” he mused quietly, guiding himself and Layla in the direction stated “I guess it won’t give the people bought in much hope of their chances if the chapel is round the corner from their room…” he added with a sense of dread.
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