She ran almost the whole way, until it felt like her legs were jello and she was moving out of sheer willpower more than any reserve of strength. When the real crash came, instead of the fitful nightmare-fueled sleep she'd gotten, it was going to be intense. Getting closer to the Winchester, she made herself slow so she wouldn't be such a wreck when she got there, but she still hit the door at an fast clip, bursting in and not even caring how she looked.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2012-11-04 05:21 am (UTC)Please, God, let him still be there.
"Aidan!"