◇Dean◇
Dean started out the window, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, the city lights blurred as the car sped forward, but none of it registered, all he could see was her, the way she smiled at that bastard, the way her hand lingered on his chest during the dance.
His hands curled into fists.
What the hell is wrong with him!?
“Pull over,” he muttered.
The driver glanced at him in the rear view mirror." Sir?”
“I said pull over!”
The car screeched gently to stop on the side of the road.
Dean threw the door open and stepped out, slamming it behind him.
The cool air slapped his face, but it did nothing to the raging fire inside his chest.
What the hell is wrong without him?
This is the second time he lost his composure.
But he couldn't help it.
When she made him look like a fool
