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[Dear heaven, it was such utter relief to hear his voice. Her heart had been stricken when she'd heard about him and Sam. But she'd barely cried. After all, she had come back hadn't she? So there was hope. She had to have hope, else what then?
But to hear him speak was relief enough to make her eyes burn, and her reply to his question was simple, she leaned across to press a kiss to his hair in reply. Yes to that, who else was ever this over affectionate with him? If only she could be less subtle about the tears when they hit the side of his face as well. Curse it, he'd probably tease her about that too.]
You are such a idiot, Master Winchester. Such an idiot? Don't you know that? Obviously not. What good is my captain when he dies?