[ The words she can deal with. How close he is to probably kissing her-- it's not the worst thing he's done to her, but she jerks back nonetheless, and when he gives her that blinding moment of freedom, it's almost too good to be true, taking that half a step he moves. But the look in his eyes —
There's a quiet yelp when he hits her, the pain momentarily overpowering the throb of her fingers, and Charlie scrambles to grab something to keep her from tripping and falling down the stairs. There's nothing, and she's grateful that Dean hadn't caught her at the very top. It's about a third of the staircase she falls down, rolling and cracking the back of her head against the last step. Her vision blurs, good hand lifting like she's trying to reach for him, and there's a name on the tip of her tongue that never leaves her mouth.
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There's a quiet yelp when he hits her, the pain momentarily overpowering the throb of her fingers, and Charlie scrambles to grab something to keep her from tripping and falling down the stairs. There's nothing, and she's grateful that Dean hadn't caught her at the very top. It's about a third of the staircase she falls down, rolling and cracking the back of her head against the last step. Her vision blurs, good hand lifting like she's trying to reach for him, and there's a name on the tip of her tongue that never leaves her mouth.
She passes out. ]