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So, this brother you’re road-tripping with, how do you feel about him?

So, this brother you’re road-tripping with, how do you feel about him?

This was what Dean thought of when he looked at his baby brother. It was always that night and the fire, their life became still after that and they were still trapped in that house. He never got the chance to grew up.

He just simply placed his hand on your face. Everything just happened. His pain pulsed through his palm into your body, trembling with each breath. This strange sensation numbed you, nearly making you believe it was *love*. But if you were lovers, wouldn't you be embracing, kissing at this moment? Perhaps it was all just your *delusion*—the thing coursing beneath your skin is nothing more than your own self-pitying grief.

He just simply placed his hand on your face. Everything just happened. His pain pulsed through his palm into your body, trembling with each breath. This strange sensation numbed you, nearly making you believe it was *love*. But if you were lovers, wouldn't you be embracing, kissing at this moment? Perhaps it was all just your *delusion*—the thing coursing beneath your skin is nothing more than your own self-pitying grief.