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Dean’s distress and hurt in that moment is raw, and Sam knows that it’s no longer about ditching class or even flirting with other people. It’s about the distance that’s been growing between them. So many words flutter up in Sam’s throat in that moment, threatening to pour out of his mouth. He wants to say the right thing to make everything better with the person he loves most.



“Fuck you, Dean,” he spits out, like a teenager Pez dispenser with bitter candy.

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