"No, but I wasn't elbow deep in it either," Dean says, voice hardening in an attempt to cut through the kid's stubbornness. Jesus, is this what Sam would've been like without Dean there to deflect as much as he did in those early years?
"Give me your hands, now. Yours are way worse, and you can't help me if your fingers are too swollen to work." Reaching into his jacket, Dean draws a long, silver blade. "This good enough to let the poison?" Taking another look at Yukio's pinched face, Dean adds, "You want some whiskey?"
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Date: 2014-02-12 05:24 am (UTC)"Give me your hands, now. Yours are way worse, and you can't help me if your fingers are too swollen to work." Reaching into his jacket, Dean draws a long, silver blade. "This good enough to let the poison?" Taking another look at Yukio's pinched face, Dean adds, "You want some whiskey?"