[ He didn't think Dean would be happy, but he didn't expect to end up shoved back towards a desk to the point of hearing the wooden legs scratch against the worn floor. The edge of the table cut into his lower back, but the force of Dean's actions caught Sam off guard more than the result.
Sam stares, brows furrowed closely together, eyes trying to focus on his brother's face and find something other than hard resolve. ]
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Date: 2013-12-02 06:55 am (UTC)Sam stares, brows furrowed closely together, eyes trying to focus on his brother's face and find something other than hard resolve. ]
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