Wild-eyed, panting, and still alive, Dean stands just beyond Kisuke's forward vision, not within quick reach but not nearly far enough. He's not completely sure what happened, only that Kisuke charged and Dean moved, following his instincts out of the arms of his own demise.
And he can breathe. Dean draws another breath into his lungs, shoulders rolling beneath the sudden, absent weight, and awaits Kisuke's next move. He feels better, but he doesn't want to trust that one dodge is enough, not if he could die down here.
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Date: 2014-03-07 05:40 am (UTC)And he can breathe. Dean draws another breath into his lungs, shoulders rolling beneath the sudden, absent weight, and awaits Kisuke's next move. He feels better, but he doesn't want to trust that one dodge is enough, not if he could die down here.