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Dean absently rubbed his throbbing jaw. There was no telling which one had clipped him. Didn’t matter. Years of standing in between two titans meant taking an occasional unintended bruise.
They looked apologetically towards him, but it didn’t temper their hostility towards each other. Two seething replicas. If only they could see what he could. Both fearsome protectors that would sacrifice anything, but just needed their own space.
The door slammed with finality, but Sam would come back when he was ready and Dad would be there reluctant but ready because the words didn’t matter. Blood was thicker than water.