[It's a split-second reaction; she had stayed still as Dean stepped between Anya and her, although her suspicions of his ill intentions grew the closer he got. Perhaps that's why she's prepared when he swings the punch, ducking away from his fist with a birdlike agility.
And this is where she hesitates, trying to weave behind him. Dean is foolhardy, and confused, and yes, perhaps weak enough to crack, but she's never had any ill will toward him. He's still an inmate, still technically on her side.
She grips the knife tighter, blood oozing from between her fingers as she clenches her fist around the hilt.]
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And this is where she hesitates, trying to weave behind him. Dean is foolhardy, and confused, and yes, perhaps weak enough to crack, but she's never had any ill will toward him. He's still an inmate, still technically on her side.
She grips the knife tighter, blood oozing from between her fingers as she clenches her fist around the hilt.]
You're not the one I want to hurt.