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[littlebit]

Dean wasn't sure what to say, he didn't want apologies from Evangeline, he just wanted her to be happy. It might be a near impossible task at the moment, but as long as she wasn't injuring herself it would do. He struggled for a few minutes to find appropriate words. "Don't be sorry," Dean said quietly, "just don't hurt yourself anymore." It drove him crazy, knowing that Evangeline was depressed enough to resort to something like that, but Dean would put himself through what he had just done a thousand times for her. Dean didn't even mind that his now closed wounds would probably scar, making him more disfigured. Those scars were for Eva.

[hungergames]

Evangeline nodded solemnly. She looked up, searching Dean's eyes for... Something. Something that showed he was lying, or decieving her. Something to prove that he hadn't really hurt himself for her. Sadly, she couldn't find such spark. She reached up gently, resting her palm on Dean's cheek, biting her lip. "Dean," she started tearfully, smiling crookedly. "What am I going to do with you?"

[littlebit]

"I honestly have no idea," said Dean, giving forth a small smile, finally looking down at where they were seated. It really was quite a sight to see, the both of them bloodstained, the snow near Deans knees completely crimson. Someone casually walking by would get a very wrong impression of what was going on indeed. Dean then realised this was one of the few times that he hadn't blushed when Evangeline touched him, he considered it an accomplishment.

[hungergames]

Evangeline was now aware of what she looked like, tearstained, bloodstained, no doubt looking ragged and deranged. Dean looked twice as better as her. She laughed a bit, just a small bubble of pathetic laughter, at his response. She shook her head, smiling crookedly. "I have no clue either," she responded, laughing lightly. Evangeline became aware of how close they were, and that she wasn't blushing. Normally, sparks flew through her at just taking his hand. Now, she found, a fiery electric-like adreneline was pumping through her veins, bringing color to her cheeks.

[littlebit]

Dean wasn't sure what to say, so he remained quite for a moment. He felt a tiny bit light-headed, but he wasn't going to say anything about it, he would just be careful whenever they decided to go back inside, not stand up too quickly. "Well, we've made a real mess of ourselves," Dean said after a moment. He used his wand to clean them up the best he could, though the blood didn't go away as well as he had hoped that it would.