[ Blake finds himself pressed to the wall, his hands played out against the wall. He's got nowhere to go, but then again, he doesn't exactly feel like moving, does he? At least, not away from this, not yet. ]
Guess you've got me pegged.
[ Who could argue against that, though? John presses his ass back into Crowley, fully aware of how it'll drive him mad. ]
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Guess you've got me pegged.
[ Who could argue against that, though? John presses his ass back into Crowley, fully aware of how it'll drive him mad. ]