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who do you want me to be? (live_alie) wrote in utr_logs,

Emily didn't like to think about Dean and Faith out there on their own. All kinds of things could happen to them, strong as they were. They were like towers to Emily, broad and unbreakable. That was, until someone took a strong enough hammer and then they crumbled. Emily was worried about them, about their souls. She wasn't sure she could keep them safe.

She ate a chip but then quickly handed the bag back to Dean. They were his chips, she brought them for him even though she had decided yesterday that he was never coming back. That somehow, things between them were irrevocably destroyed. She was never going to see him again.

Yet, here he was. Sitting beside her and she still couldn't climb out of the hole she'd dug herself. She knew he was going to leave or die, just like she knew that Bobby and Solvei and Faith and everyone else was going to share the same fate.

She blinked back a few tears and leaned her head back against the wall. "Do you ever think about your heart?" She asked him. "How do you even know it's beating?"