i push the laugh from dean's throat, body rigid as a corpse - i need these eyes a little longer - and feel dean begin his now familiar crawl, edging away from the both of us, but i yank him back.
need you front and center for this, dean-o.
"All those sweet little woodland creatures," i say, and dean squirms hard, doesn't remember. i can feel the fear bloom down his spine like a cold winter storm. "Left in pieces. Would you eat me, too?"
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need you front and center for this, dean-o.
"All those sweet little woodland creatures," i say, and dean squirms hard, doesn't remember. i can feel the fear bloom down his spine like a cold winter storm. "Left in pieces. Would you eat me, too?"