What you said; fiery ceiling demise will send me grabbing for the meat cleaver. /paranoid
Ben's mouth is pressed in a sour line as he lets Dean correct his stance; there's no flutter of pride in his belly when, at the end of the day, Dean places a heavy hand on his shoulder and says, "Your left eye, use your left eye."
Ben doesn't tell Mom. It's their little secret.
One Sunday morning he wakes up to find Dean sitting on the floor, face obscured by a map that was folded up six times over and tucked in his bookbag the night before.
Dean wears his leather jacket to dinner these days.
Re: thank YOU ;)
Ben's mouth is pressed in a sour line as he lets Dean correct his stance; there's no flutter of pride in his belly when, at the end of the day, Dean places a heavy hand on his shoulder and says, "Your left eye, use your left eye."
Ben doesn't tell Mom. It's their little secret.
One Sunday morning he wakes up to find Dean sitting on the floor, face obscured by a map that was folded up six times over and tucked in his bookbag the night before.
Dean wears his leather jacket to dinner these days.