Chapter 4
Sam had checked his mum’s magazine, the guide button on the TV remote, and his phone. Gears and Tears started at nine, and he waited outside Dean’s house with thirty minutes to spare. The whole week he had battled tiredness to complete the first series. The second was said to be longer. Not ten episodes, but thirteen. Sam prayed the number wasn’t an unlucky omen.
The front door opened, and Dean walked out. Sam licked his lips when he saw Dean’s muscles through the stretch of his V-neck T-shirt. His eyes were fixed on the recycle bin, and he shoved a milk bottle inside, then turned to the car. Sam gawped, and tried to match Dean’s warm smile but knew he failed when Dean frowned and crossed his arms.
“You coming in?”
Sam nodded, and climbed from the car. Dean’s smile lessened,
