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Aftermath
He's tired when he finally gets home.
It makes sense; it is, in every sense of the term, the small hours, and his arm and shoulder are also aching and weary from dealing out so many heavy blows, but it's more than that. What he's seen and done tonight was draining and in a way that he didn't entirely expect.
Though he should have, probably. Part of him was let out, almost off the leash. Wrestling with it, keeping it in check at the same time that he was making use of it... It's taken a lot.
He's also floating on his own adrenaline. His own endorphins, even just sympathetic in nature. His own dark pleasure, a kind that has simultaneously nothing and everything to do with sex.
He unlocks the door and steps inside, shutting it silently after him and moving equally silently through the dim apartment toward the bedroom. All he wants to do is sleep through the rest of the week.
And he hopes Dean feels the same, now. Finally.
It makes sense; it is, in every sense of the term, the small hours, and his arm and shoulder are also aching and weary from dealing out so many heavy blows, but it's more than that. What he's seen and done tonight was draining and in a way that he didn't entirely expect.
Though he should have, probably. Part of him was let out, almost off the leash. Wrestling with it, keeping it in check at the same time that he was making use of it... It's taken a lot.
He's also floating on his own adrenaline. His own endorphins, even just sympathetic in nature. His own dark pleasure, a kind that has simultaneously nothing and everything to do with sex.
He unlocks the door and steps inside, shutting it silently after him and moving equally silently through the dim apartment toward the bedroom. All he wants to do is sleep through the rest of the week.
And he hopes Dean feels the same, now. Finally.