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Dean was hiding something. It was kinda funny in a horrifying way how obvious it was. The way he avoided looking in Parker’s eyes when they spoke, the way his phone was suddenly upside down every time it wasn’t being used by Dean, which was constantly.
Seriously. It was constantly. It seemed like all he did now was type on that stupid thing, with some kind of guilty, stressed out look on his face. Parker had asked the day before what he was doing all the time on his phone, in which he received a deer in headlights look, followed by a muttered excuse, and a quick exit from the room.
To be honest, it worried Parker. How could somebody as outgoing, as kind and sweet as Dean turn so reserved and look so stressed in less than a week?
Bzzzz
Almost on cue, Dean’s phone vibrated on the coffee table in front of them. Parker looked towards Dean expectantly, taking into notice the amount of space between them. Since when did they sit so far apart on the couch? Dean’s gaze flickered anywhere but his phone, as if he would genuinely rather do anything other than answer it.
Did he feel guilty? Did he have a reason to feel guilty?
Dean grabbed his phone and left the room, the door clicking softly behind him
Parker was left alone, not for the first time that week, staring at the screens on the TV numbly and overthinking way too many possibilities.He remembered how Dean used to read every message out loud if it was remotely funny. Or he used to ask Parker for help if it was something stressful or conflicting.
Now he didn’t even know who was messaging him.
Parker didn’t look at Dean when he re-entered the room, which was reciprocated, he just sighed quickly like something had happened, walking through the living room and leaving again into their bedroom.
Parker didn’t follow, he didn’t know how to tackle this problem. Hell, he didn’t even know what the problem was. He seriously doubted Dean, his Dean would do anything… bad? but after a week of this he was beginning to doubt himself.
He heard muffled speaking start from the next room, recognising that Dean had lowered his voice significantly.
All Parker wanted in that moment was to burst through the door, demand who Dean was talking to, and either scream at whoever was on the other line or scream at Dean.
That last option scared him. What could Dean do that would make Parker scream at him?
Dean’s voice got louder, loud enough to hear the edge creeping into his voice, yet it was still quiet enough that anything said was unintelligible for Parker.
A floorboard creaked, louder than the conversation, it sounded like Dean was pacing.
It only went on for a minute, maybe two, before all talking and pacing stopped.
Dean entered the room again, running a hand through his hair and rubbing at his eyes before sitting back down on the other end of the couch
“Sorry” he said before placing his phone back down on the coffee table.
Face down. Again.
“It’s okay” Parker replied, with all the casualty he could muster. He decided to test the waters.
“You okay?”
“Yeah” Dean’s eyes were glued to the screen, but Parker didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened.
“Who were you talking to?”
And if Dean wasn’t meeting Parker’s eyes now, he definitely wasn’t now. His eyes darted across the room, glancing several times at the mentioned phone before settling back on the TV screen.
“Nobody.” He all but whispered.
BZZZZZ
That fucking phone.
They both looked at it simultaneously, one with a look of suspicion and fear, the other with a mix of emotion that couldn’t be described.
“Is it still nobody?” Parker retorted, a hint of irritation he didn’t mean to include in his voice.
Dean flinched, no longer looking at the phone or at Parker. He didn’t respond
“Dean.”
Dean opened his mouth to respond, but shut it again, Parker watched Dean realise he had no idea what to say.
Holy fuck Parker was scared.
“Dean.” He said, desperation leaking from his mind to his voice, Dean noticed.
He said nothing, but angled his body towards Parker, signalling him to continue. It was painfully obvious that he wanted nothing more than for Parker to not say anything else, though.
“Who the fuck have you been messaging” Jesus that was a lot more aggressive then Parker intended it to be.
Dean stuttered a lot before repeating himself, this time with more defensiveness which was probably Parker’s fault.
“Nobody.”
Parker stared at Dean for a long time, wishing that he could just telepathically read his thoughts and know what the hell was being hidden from him.
He wished there was a non desperate way to beg, to scream, or to just make Dean know how desperate Parker was to not be shut out. To just know what was happening
He wished he could tell Dean he promised he wouldn’t be mad, and that he wouldn’t be lying when he said it.
He glanced away for a second, and when his gaze returned, Dean had angled his body back towards the TV, staring at the screen but obviously not focusing on it.
“Dean…”
“It’s nothing”
BZZZZZ
Ok, that’s it.
“It’s not fucking nothing. Who is messaging you, and more importantly, what are they messaging you.”
“It’s no-”
“Don’t you dare lie to me Dean.”
Dean looked over, making brief eye contact with Parker before rapidly turning his head in the other direction, clearly uncomfortable. In the split second they were looking at each other though, Parker noticed Dean’s eyes had turned red and watery. He noticed how guilty and scared and small Dean looked. He didn’t want to push but fuck he did not want to be made a fool out of.
“Dea-”
“Can’t you just drop it?” Dean cut in, with a sudden hint of urgency in his voice.
“Please.” His voice cracked.
BZZZZ
“For FUCK’S SAKE.” he snapped, roughly grabbing his phone and storming out of the room, the door this time slamming behind him.
Parker stared at the door, willing him to come back.
He wanted Dean to come back, he wanted them to be fine again. He felt sick.
For the first time in a week, Dean had looked at him.
He wished he hadn’t.