[ it's not until ned's jamming his own fingers down dean's throat that dean realizes there's something actually in there that had been holding everything back. he struggles some, slowly, but the moment whatever it is comes out, he finally breathes in-- loud and almost desperate. ]
Wh-at's-- what's going on--
[ voice still rough, the words are clearer now, though the hint of panic isn't easily missed. this isn't the first weird fucking moment of his life, but being told -- by ned? the pie guy? what -- that he's dead, and, and-- ]
I can't-- why can't I see? What the hell is going on?
[ his eyes are open, he's opening them and yet nothing. he can't see a damn thing and if nothing else that's sparking something cold to run over his skin. ]
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Wh-at's-- what's going on--
[ voice still rough, the words are clearer now, though the hint of panic isn't easily missed. this isn't the first weird fucking moment of his life, but being told -- by ned? the pie guy? what -- that he's dead, and, and-- ]
I can't-- why can't I see? What the hell is going on?
[ his eyes are open, he's opening them and yet nothing. he can't see a damn thing and if nothing else that's sparking something cold to run over his skin. ]