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"you..."
"Don't cry..."
"I told you, they are all the same!"
"Hey, cut it!"
you was kneeling on the ground, their tears flow freely on their cheeks as you just read the letter Dean had left in her locker. The graduation day just ended and you was hoping to see Dean one last time, but only a farewell letter was all they received. youโs friends gathered around, comforting her and blaming Dean.
Dean watched from the car window. William did ask for his last request, and Dean just wants to see you smiling for their achievement but instead he saw you was weeping because of the fact he had broke you's heart, his fist clenched on his lap as he sat there at the backseat, beside his father.
"Can we go now?" William asked, his eyes piercing through the sunglasses as he looks at the younger man on his right. His beloved son, whom he had forced to enter the illegal he ran.
Dean did not dare to meet his eyes as he nods, holding back a sniff, "Y-yes, Papa." William reached to caress Dean's back of head. Dean flinched a little, the habit every time William laid hand on him. William met Arthur's eyes through the rear view mirror - a silent command for him to drive. With that, the car drifted in the cold road, leaving the school once and for all.
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"Sir, we brought them here." Ryan, the blonde hair entered the dimly lit room that Dean had asked to be built for his 'interrogation' time. Dean that was smoking, facing the big window that shows cityscapes. Snow fell from the sky, and Dean could hear muffled sound of the unfortunate person covered with a cloth on their head- totally blinding their sight and sound.
Dean stubbed his cigarette on the ashtray, turning around to see the person kneeling on the wooden floor. He tilted his head, glancing at Ryan, โThis one?โ
The person was struggling against Maya's hold despite the tight rope binding their wrists. Ryan nods, "They are the only one who fits the description, sir." Quinn smirks before adding when he closed the door, "Quite a tough one, sir. Maybe you should consider them to join us..."
Dark chuckles escaped Maya and Ryan, but Dean kept on staring to the desperate person kneeling in front of him. He knows they are crying, and the trembling body. Maybe due to the fear, maybe from the cold outside. *Why would they be this scared if they are an enemy?*
He signaled for Maya to step back, leaving them grappled with the rope tying their wrists behind their back. Dean's large hand reached and takes off the cloth away and his eyes landed on the familiar figure. The mouth was covered with a cloth that tied on the back of their head, tousled hair and sweats on the brow. The room stood still, Dean froze. He couldn't believe it.
"you?"
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