"It's not about me," Dean answered back as gently as he could. Could he live with it? Probably. Nobody'd ever really thought much of him to begin with. Sam was the one with so much to lose. "I can get a bar tending job anywhere, Sammy. There's only one Stanford."
Dean didn't feel bad about what they were doing. He did feel awful about his brother getting hurt and humiliated at school and if he could get five minutes with this 'friend' of his, Dean would make him feel awful, too.
Brady. Dean met him a few times on the various group things he'd been invited to. Seemed like an okay guy. A little on the stoner side, but Dean didn't judge those things. Now he wished he'd judged a little harder. Love to get his hands on that kid, just once.
He stood up and got between Sam and his packing. "Hold up, Sammy. Just for a minute."
Wrapped his arms around his brother and held on tight. "Five minutes isn't gonna make a difference either way, okay? Just breathe for a minute." He sighed and put his head down on Sam's shoulder. "I'm sorry about this. So sorry. I never wanted to see you hurt like this."
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Dean didn't feel bad about what they were doing. He did feel awful about his brother getting hurt and humiliated at school and if he could get five minutes with this 'friend' of his, Dean would make him feel awful, too.
Brady. Dean met him a few times on the various group things he'd been invited to. Seemed like an okay guy. A little on the stoner side, but Dean didn't judge those things. Now he wished he'd judged a little harder. Love to get his hands on that kid, just once.
He stood up and got between Sam and his packing. "Hold up, Sammy. Just for a minute."
Wrapped his arms around his brother and held on tight. "Five minutes isn't gonna make a difference either way, okay? Just breathe for a minute." He sighed and put his head down on Sam's shoulder. "I'm sorry about this. So sorry. I never wanted to see you hurt like this."