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196 pages, ebook
First published October 15, 2012
Dean’s eyes didn’t stray from the paper as he drank, skirting his teeth along the edge of his teeth.
"What...were...you...talking about?" The last words came out in a rush, like he was trying to get them to come out as fast as he could.
"You." Dean smiled and rubbed his thumb along the back of Cas' hand, and Cas breathed a short laugh. "Tessa was telling you what a big mouth you are…like I didn’t know that already."
“You could at least act like you’re upset!” Cas roared, kicking out of the blankets and shoving past him to the bureau. He dug through the drawers, throwing shirts to the floor. “You could at least act like you gave a fuck about it!”
“What do you want from me?” Dean shouted, and this wasn’t what Cas wanted. It wasn’t. Not today. “Do you want me to throw something? Or cry about it? Because I’m not going to do that because it won’t change anything! If it did, I would!”
“I just wish you’d say you were scared!” he yelled, slamming the drawer shut. Something tumbled off and hit the floor. “I wish you would say you were scared of it and that you didn’t want to. Or something. None of that bullshit you feed me about not getting worked up over it!”
“I don’t want to!” Dean said harshly, sitting heavily on the bed. Cas grit his teeth. “I’m not going to get like that over something like this.”