[And Sam was on his way out and to class. Maybe he should be worried about how surprisingly easy it was to go through the day knowing about all the marks under his clothes that his own brother left on him and that he'd be waiting when he got home tonight.]

[He should be guilty, he shouldn't be okay with this. But no one really suspected it and yeah, maybe he just wanted to put it out of his mind for right now. Just pretend to be as normal as he always did. He'd have time to figure out the rest after Dean left, think about it. Or something.]

[As promised, late that afternoon, he was walking through the door.]