"Dean?"
He sat there looking down at his boots. Dean was trying not to make eye contact, which wasn't working.
"Boy, Look at me, when I'm speaking to you"
Her 'Do not test me Dean Winchester tone', had him look up real quick. For the past three months, an old family friend has been coming up to Sioux Falls to visit Dean. For the past three months Dean has been, for lack of a better term, barely keeping it together. For the past three months, Mary has been distantly visiting Dean while he sit's with Missouri Moseley in the sun room of Bobby's and Eileen's home.
Dean looked up at Missouri with cloudy eyes. "I.. I.. " tears started to come down heavy on his now scruffy face. Dean placed his face in his hands. Never had he ever thought he could cry so much, that he could be in so much pain, and still... and still hate himself for it. John's words ringing in his head. "Adam's not a pansy like you", kept replying in his head.
"I.. I.. Keep see...." Dean wiped his face.
He took a deep breath, "I keep seeing him lying there in the street, every god damn time I close my eyes."
