He frowns, words on the tip of his tongue. They're just phones. Dean's amulet against his chest, the ring on his finger. Nothing from John but what was given to Dean, but that was close enough.
They're just phones.
They're not. But he can tell her they are.
And that hint of her frown that had his hand brushing her ankle. Though not touching anymore.
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Date: 2011-10-16 07:07 pm (UTC)They're just phones.
They're not.
But he can tell her they are.
And that hint of her frown that had his hand brushing her ankle. Though not touching anymore.
"All right. Fine."