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[Dean pulls the machete from her grip and there's pain where the blood was starting to dry, almost gluing the handle to her palms. He pulls her close and hugs her to him. Ellie breaks down, leaning into him and she stands there with her hands at her sides. She aches all over and her stomach twists that he even has to see her like this.
Dean picks her up and Ellie leans against his chest, her arms pooled in front of her. She winces at his kiss.] 's not my blood. [She warns him. Dean says he's gonna take her back to his house and her stomach twists again when he mentions Ben.] I don't want him to see me like this.