There's a moment of blank indecision when he's not sure to believe what he's seeing or hearing, and that, in turn, fades directly into confusion. It filters across his face and through his body, causing his hand to curl even tighter around the gun in his hand in an effort to anchor himself to something that's far more solid than the sound of Dean's voice. This is real. It's not real. Too easy to be torn with the decision, and he can't even bring himself to say his name as he tries to understand it. ]
You--
[ Suddenly, there's so much anger rising up. It's thick, makes it difficult to swallow as he slowly lowers the gun so it's angled between them and not at Dean's chest. He squeezes hard to keep his hands from shaking. ]
What are you doing?
[ where have you been? what's going on? why didn't you tell me? why why why ]
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There's a moment of blank indecision when he's not sure to believe what he's seeing or hearing, and that, in turn, fades directly into confusion. It filters across his face and through his body, causing his hand to curl even tighter around the gun in his hand in an effort to anchor himself to something that's far more solid than the sound of Dean's voice. This is real. It's not real. Too easy to be torn with the decision, and he can't even bring himself to say his name as he tries to understand it. ]
You--
[ Suddenly, there's so much anger rising up. It's thick, makes it difficult to swallow as he slowly lowers the gun so it's angled between them and not at Dean's chest. He squeezes hard to keep his hands from shaking. ]
What are you doing?
[ where have you been? what's going on? why didn't you tell me? why why why ]