Eliot didn't bother protesting after that. When Dean brushed his slicked mushroom head a final time, he jerked and came in short bursts of milky seed. What he shouted was muffled against the hunter's mouth, but what his lips mumbled was terribly close to 'Dean'.
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Date: 2013-03-29 08:42 am (UTC)