Dean answered with a sigh of his own, staring straight forward. His eyes were focused, but not on Scott. Just straight ahead. It was the only way to keep from seeing how sallow and sad Scott's face...
Its those famous last words that did him in, that always did him in. He fucked up. Hit some fucking car, got arrested, ended up here. He betrayed everyone who cared about him, made an absolute mock...
It was then that he swore that he could hear someone sneaking around. It was his imagination, had to be. Why would anyone else be up this late?...