Dean's grandfather looked more like his father. He looked so young to be in his late seventies. He looked at me, scanning me thoroughly and it was making me feel weird. I hate this feeling of someone scrutinizing me.
"You finally brought him here." He said and Dean chuckled.
"He can't resist me." He said and I frowned at him.
"You were about to cry the last time you came back here without him." He said and I was surprised. I remember that time when Dean didn't showed up in school for a week. I, too, went crazy asking where he was.
"I wasn't! I was just frustrated." Dean said.
His grandpa chuckled.
He welcomed me in their land and that I should feel at home because it would be my home someday. It sounded weird because I never imagined living anywhere but my home.
"You will be the sec
