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“Wanna go for a drive?” Jess asks.
Dean gives him an incredulous look. He uncrosses his arms. Scoffs. Crosses them again.
“With you. You’re joking, right? Like I’d ever get in a moving vehicle with you.”
“I’ve got my papers. Passed the vision test and everything. They really try and throw in some curveballs with those unlabeled road signs, but —”
Dean squares his jaw, gaze going flat.
Oh. Right…that.” Jess clicks his tongue softly, looking away. “Shame, that was.”
Dean huffs, looking properly angry now.
Shame? You crashed a car I built by fucking hand!” He whisper-shouts, slapping his hands onto the sill and leaning toward Jess, breaths coming fast.
Jess studies his face, trying not to smile. He may have been a bit hasty earlier, with that whole “won’t happen again” thing.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his used joint, twirling it for a moment and raising an eyebrow in invitation.
Dean scoffs again, standing back up. He frowns, jaw working for three seconds before he’s striding decisively across the room, locking his door from the inside, grabbing a jacket off the hook by the door, and climbing out the window.

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