“Where have you been?” I asked Dean when he came in to check on me.
I had been up all night wondering what was going on. I slept in Ozzy’s room. Well, tried to sleep. I was up watching TV and waiting for an update.
“Ever think I may have my own s**t to do?” he yelled at me. Dean has never yelled at me before.
“I was scared. I could have used you here. He covered up his blood. They can't find him, Dean.”
“I'm sorry, Honey. Next time I will check on you first. Instead of taking care of the things I needed to, you know, because there are other people out there who need me. Ones that actually tell me what is happening.”
“If you don’t want to help me anymore, then fine, but I got information from my stalker about Mom’s death. That is if you still care,” I replied sarcastically.
“Yeah, yo
