Dean has run out of patience, and when Bea comes away with him, he doesn't just drag her off. He digs his fingers into her shoulder, forearm across her throat, and throws her away despite the shout of pain it brings out of him.
He doesn't really care how she lands. He's not a nice person. He's not that soft.]
Shut your crazy-ass mouth! You're fucking insane. [He snaps the order, voice cold enough to burn, and then rounds on Anya.
This time he doesn't ask her anything, and he doesn't reach for her good hand. He closes his grip on the nearest part of her and hauls her unceremoniously - efficiently, not carefully - so that most of her weight is on his shoulders.]
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Dean has run out of patience, and when Bea comes away with him, he doesn't just drag her off. He digs his fingers into her shoulder, forearm across her throat, and throws her away despite the shout of pain it brings out of him.
He doesn't really care how she lands. He's not a nice person. He's not that soft.]
Shut your crazy-ass mouth! You're fucking insane. [He snaps the order, voice cold enough to burn, and then rounds on Anya.
This time he doesn't ask her anything, and he doesn't reach for her good hand. He closes his grip on the nearest part of her and hauls her unceremoniously - efficiently, not carefully - so that most of her weight is on his shoulders.]
Come on.