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            //Never saw this, wtf, but SPAM ON ANDERSON OFC

/ PLS PLS INTRO 

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            Anderson's eyes flicker down to their hands, and he swallows. He replicates the movement of Dean's thumb, slowly moving it across the back of the other's hand. His smile widens the slightest bit, and his gaze shifts back to Dean's eyes. "You're... You're not gonna hurt me?" 

iD. @sanguislust,⠀[Dean never once looks away from Anderson. He watches him like he's the most important thing in the world right now, like guaranteeing his safety and securing his trust means everything. Because it does, in a way. All that matters right now is keeping him safe.]⠀Yeah.⠀[He replies, absently brushing his thumb along the top of Anderson's hand. It's a slow, soft movement─tender enough not to frighten him─but it feels heavy with everything unsaid, everything they have yet to confess. But they'll be time for that later.]⠀I'm here. 

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            Anderson carefully squeezes Dean's hand, a soft, slight smile gracing his features. "You're... real," he murmurs, a hint of disbelief shining in his eyes. He shouldn't be surprised, but after what he saw, it's hard to tell anymore. He's relieved—he doesn't know what he'd do if he didn't have Dean anymore, if all he had were terrifying moments where he can't tell if Dean is really there. He doesn't know if he could live like that, and he's glad he doesn't have to. 

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            "That's your point, isn't it?"

iD. @sanguislust,⠀/ That's /  what you're taking away from this? 

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            "... You think I'm pretty?"

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            Anderson shrugs, eyes not meeting Dean's as he looks past him, over his shoulder, the shame threatening to boil over. "Thought you'd know that by now, considering what we do."

iD. @sanguislust,⠀[For a moment, Dean's expression hardly shifts─unreadable as always. Then, the corner of his lip twitches, just barely; he agrees, though he'd never admit that.]⠀You're sick, you know that? 

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            "You don't get to feel the blood—or taste it." 

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            "It's probably obvious, but, uh... my family. I couldn't imagine doing anything to them."

iD. @sanguislust,⠀Good to know.  .. Do  / you /  have a list? 

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            "I respect you enough to respect your list."

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            "I know I am."

iD. @sanguislust,⠀And you're just a bundle of joy yourself. 

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            "You're (always) annoying, though."

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            "Good. It's not like it's your business, anyway." The bite behind his words is a facade this time around, like a set of false teeth gnawing on a bone. Anderson crosses his arms, trying to hide the wince from the friction of his shirt against his forearms. Why does he even care what Dean thinks of it? They're partners in crime, merely friends at best. Dean's opinion shouldn't matter as much as it does. 

iD. @sanguislust,⠀I didn't say you were. It was just a question.⠀[Truth be told, Dean doesn't mind nearly as much as Anderson fears he does. Everyone deals with trauma in their own way, everyone copes differently. So long as it doesn't interfere with he and Anderson's killings, he doesn't mind. Not that it's even his place to express his concern, anyway. It's not his business.] 

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            "Obviously. I always do—I'm not a (child), Mitchell." He hates this—the sudden attention, the fact Dean knows now. He didn't want anyone to find out, God forbid Dean. He can't even look at him, the shame is so persistent. 

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            Anderson's silent for a moment as he ruminates over Dean's words. Truly, he didn't expect that—hoped for something of that nature, to mean something to the other, but didn't expect it to be true. "I guess."  

iD. @sanguislust,⠀.. Fine. You're infuriating. You're the only person in the world who understands me, and I hate it. Happy? 

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            "Well, it matters to me, obviously. We're partners in crime in the literal sense—wouldn't I want to know what my buddy thinks of me?"