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[Dean had been sat on the couch, a set of metal ring puzzles on his lap. It had been a day or so since he'd been back and he'd gotten bored enough to start nagging, so someone gave him these. He's not sure who. Probably someone tired of hearing him talk.
Feeling a touch on his hand Dean flinched, the metal jingling in his hands. Blind green eyes blinked wildly for a moment and he turned his hand to take that one, feeling it for a long moment. It was soft, softer than most women's hands were, and delicate.]