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Bedside Manner"Dean" the gruff tone of Castiel's voice echoed in the quiet hospital room. The sound seemed to sink into Dean who lay propped up in his bed. Castiel could see the glint of another tear trace down his swollen face and a strange feeling flared in his chest. It was like a cage of claws squeezing around a point between his lungs. This feeling had been growing since he'd walked into the room and told Dean of his fate. If he was honest with himself it was a feeling that had been growing for weeks. Dean swallowed and opened his mouth"What?" his voice was fractured and dry. Castiel's eyes scanned the room for water but saw the jug on Dean's bedside table was empty. His gaze fell to his clasped hands."I regret sending you in to Alistair" he said quietly. Dean's eyes narrowed, his lids red from the beating he'd taken."Are you trying to tell me you're sorry?" Castiel found it difficult to decide if Dean's tone was angry or shocked. He stared at him for a few moments before Dean continued, "Bi
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LLW The Resistance ch2p1Chapter 2: A Love Much Like Woe Patrick listened as Andy Hurley, his second in command, made an announcement on his behalf over the Base 5 speakers. While he listened, he stared at the 10 vinyls resting in their holder on the floor next to his gramophone. He counted that this was the third announcement he had given to Andy to convey and knew that it had taken him a few days to get through writing each of these simple announcements. They were designed to keep the inhabitants of Base 5 informed about the news and were just one of his duties as base leader. He'd had all reports sent to him in his office and had kept contact with everyone via his radio transceiver. He'd ignored most calls from the other bases and took messages instead. He sent messages in reply to the other base's reports as well. He refused to speak to any of the other leaders after Gabe had called the first night. He looked at the clock on his wall. It had been 86,400 seconds since then. 1,440 minutes since the m